A few days ago, I was in a supermarket shopping when I saw a young lady walk in. I liked her immediately.
There was something about the way she carried herself that was at once elegant and girl-next-door, and when she looked my way I saw the spark of intelligence in her eyes.
I wanted to be friends. Not just for those reasons but for the inexplicable reason that people just speak to something inside us. I used to wonder how, as toddlers in kindergarten and children in primary school, we gravitated towards some kids and not others. We couldn’t explain it then, and we can’t even now. We just like certain people.