At the library. One of my favorite places in SLC to find new loves. (Others include Liberty Park & bus stop). I was looking for a book when out popped Markus, my new love. He approached me like this:
Markus: Whoa! Do you see that? Look at that. Have you seen that?
He was pointing down at my foot.
Me: My scar on my ankle? Yeah, I've seen that.
Markus: Wow. I have the same scar!
(Shows me his scar. Proceeds to tell me that he was the #2 college football player something something last year, but now can't play because of his calcium deposits in his ankle).
Markus: You got calcium deposits in your ankle like me.
Me: No, it's from an accident. Not calcium deposits.
Markus: Yeah, just like me. Calcium deposits.
Me: No, I broke bones. It's not from calcium deposits.
Markus: Yeah, me too. Calcium deposits.
(I give up).
Me: Yep. Same.
Markus: Can I touch it? Can I take a picture of it?
Of course. Of course.
Me: Do you like scars?
Markus (bewildered, awed): Huh? Wow. How did you know that? Wow. How did you know I like scars? Wow. I just moved to Salt Lake. Anything fun to do here?
(I try telling him places to go, like dance clubs since that's usually what I think people mean when they ask questions like that. I can tell he's not listening to one word I say.)
Markus: Wow. That's amazing. Wow... Wow...
Me: What? The Hotel, yeah. It's great.
Markus: You got the most beautiful eyes I ever seen. Wow. I can't believe it. They're all green and yellow. Wow. I want to draw your picture.
(He pulls out his portfolio with his art in it. Really awesome eagle drawing done with ballpoint pen and candle wax. WISH I had cash with me).
Me: Beautiful. I love your art.
Markus: You want to have mixed babies with me? They're the most beautiful babies...
And that's the moment I KNEW I had found love.