Okay, yesterday, I totally fell in love. His name is Dorian and he is one cousin of my Honduran family. There´s just one thing. He´s 15 years old, and I´d nearly be willing to wait 15 more years to marry him.
I was sitting by myself at a family celebration not feeling particularly social, when along comes this incredibly handsome adolescent with a beautiful smile who asked me if I liked listening to music. And from there we talked non-stop through supper about sports and music and the universe (in Spanish, I´m so thrilled).
What a crazy phenomenon to experience such a lovely human connection through the distance of age, culture, and gender. Completely organic and unexpected. What a graceful world we live in.
At one point he asked me if I knew the game of reflexes, where one person holds out their hands beneath or above the other person´s hands, and you see if you can slap the other. I don´t think it has a name in English but in Spanish it´s called ¨Manitos Calientes" hot, little hands. Of course, I know this game. We played several rounds. Not that it matters, I won.
