The happy rich guy finally spoke to me today. It wasn't much:
"Hello, how are you?"
"Fine, how about you?"
Hardly riveting conversation, but it's a start.
You see, I've been seeing this guy almost daily for several months now on my dog walks. He always sits in the same chair in his bright sunny waterfront living room with the doors and windows wide open. He always smiles and waves at me, and he always just looks EXTREMELY HAPPY.
Well, he should be.
His home is absolutely gorgeous -- a newly built Tuscan style mini-mansion on one of the best view lots on the Island. (Which happens to be in one of America's most expensive neighborhoods.) It must be a nice feeling to sit in the sun all day and watch dozens of walkers like me quietly covet his house.
Still, I've often wondered how he consistently remains so cheerful and outgoing. Most Island dwellers close their blinds or turn away when the tourists get too close; if you do manage to catch their eyes, it's rare to catch any sparkle.
I find myself wondering what this man does with his life to make him so consistently friendly. If he works, it must be some type of internet business because he's always at home, always sitting in the same place.
Is he trying to hit on me? I guess it's not inconceivable, but I doubt it. First, I hardly look glamorous on my dog walks. Second, my husband is frequently with me and the guy still waves. It could be my dog (who admittedly is very cute), but he has never made any of the typical dog-lover comments or made any indication he even sees her.
I've come to the conclusion this man must simply be genuinely happy.
And I want to know why.
More importantly, I want to know how.
I feel like he has something important to teach me; some jewel of wisdom that has eluded me despite the exhaustive search. (Like "The Secret" ... but for real, I mean.) I find it strange to have developed such a kinship with a person I've only waved at several dozen times and greeted exactly once.
What is the attraction?
He's OK looking -- probably in his 50's or 60's, a little skinny perhaps, but he still has hair. Nothing really worth blogging about appearance wise though.
I don't even know how tall he he is, as I've never seen him standing.
I don't think he can.
You see, his wonderful ocean view throne from which he so happily greets the world is nothing more than an ordinary wheelchair.
I'm dying to know his story.
Maybe tomorrow or the next day I will think of a better question to ask him, and we will have a real conversation. But perhaps he already revealed his "secret" when I asked him how he was, and he told me:
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Have you ever felt that a stranger had something important to tell you, but you failed to ask the right questions? Or perhaps you've felt drawn to someone but never communicated at all? If so, do you regret missing the connection? On the other hand, have you immediately clicked with a person on first sight who became tremendously important to you? Any good "love at first sight" stories? I would love to hear them ...