House person vs. Park Person

A house person is someone surrounded by people but not one in the crowd knows them. They are never truly themselves, always grasping at what society tells them they need.

A park person is someone that can and will sit in a huge field for hours at a time, go for a long walk or straddle a log talking to a stranger. The world open and ideas flowing…with a sharp wit aimed at the house people.

There are some that live in a “house” world, but have their heart locked securely in the forest, climbing a waterfall and commencing the “3 hour car sit”.

I had quite an adventure this past week or so…the one my soul mate called my “twin”. I wasn’t too sure about that but we did pass a few fairly entertaining emails. A combination of “getting to know you” diatribe and inane ramblings about clowns, elephants, socks and “them”. A charmer to the fullest, able to ramble and give me his quintessential; Mr. *insert a word here*, list of 5 songs. Which strangely enough listed around seventeen, but I was quickly informed that there were only five. Mr., *wit*, had a control and sense of sarcasm that was…just…charming. I was chastised for it, which in turn charmed me more. A “park person” emerging the longer he hung around the one he found so weird.

A 24-hour adventure; to begin at 8am Saturday morning and end 8am Sunday morning. Who could say no? So Mr. *adventure*, bought his plane ticket from my hometown to arrive here, for what reason? A chemistry? Just a keen sense of adventure? What’s the worst that could happen?

With sweaty palms holding a cup of XXX caffeine coffee, I waited. Watching the plane land, wondering how I should stand…will he have a penguin trailing along behind him? And there he came, the stranger that flew out for 24 hours.

The rule for the 24-hour adventure? Don’t kill him, everything else is negotiable. I took him to the places I am at home in, the secret spot, the cliff, and the “sittin spot”. You could see the duality of his personalities, house vs. park. He spoke of the reality possibilities of the “sittin spot”, not knowing I rally with others to leave it the hell alone. But then I watched with amazed eyes as he let a fly land on his fingertips. Staring intently at the little creature, stating, “your flies are different here, they are coloured blue”, while he provided a temporary home, moving his hand to accommodate his visitor.

We sat and walked, were silent and talked. A day in each other’s spaces, finding out all we could, or wanted to. Some discussion of the “hard truths”, past relationships, and future plans. No expectations, just be what it may. Too many rules from someone that has had their fare share of “house women”. But I smiled and nodded, I came for the adventure, and chance to get to know someone truly challenging.

I had kept from Mr. *don’t like sick people, the fact that I hadn’t been feeling well for the last few days. But trying my hardest to tell my mind that I was not getting sick. But even with my amazing mind powers, by the time 8pm hit, I was feeling lightheaded and tired. The conversation seemed to slow a bit, my mind a blank. We had dinner and he felt the after effects of a full plate of amazing Greek food.

By the time we got back to his hotel room, I think we were both feeling the calm settling in. We ended the evening, with his arm around me and talking of the interesting lives lived by those in Hogwarts. The park person, holding me as I fell asleep, never moving his arm. I tried on my “coffee wench” skills early the next morning. Mr. *hate mornings, was an interesting site, not his best time…although once again I found it charming. Really what is my fondness for such things?

A quick drive to the airport and the stranger left my world once again. The kiss goodbye indicative of people that have only know each other for 24 hours…quick and friendly. But then again…I only was able to gargle with mouthwash, wasn’t jumping at the chance to have that the last impression.

We had played with our fantasies, a trust needed and gained after such a short time knowing of each other’s existence. But left the date without the full experience. A disappointment? Not really, and his response as his cloudy head began to wake….”we emotionally bonded”.

An analyzer I am, and will always be, but with this adventure? No need. You just need to sit back and smile. A hope to learn more, and if not? A true shame, but all I can do is smile about the time a boy flew out to meet me for 24 hours.