Feeling Lucky


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I was at party, recently, engaged in a conversation with some acquaintances I hadn’t seen in a while when I saw him walking up. He came right up to me and stopped. That’s when I felt him casually lean his head in very close to my neck, and in a very hushed tone he asked me for my number.

Immediately, I felt a rush of emotions: excitement, confusion, a sense of adventure. It even felt a little risky, which honestly just added to the rush. What was I going to do? Was I going to play along with this game by giving him my number? What was I willing to gamble? Of course, I wanted to. I love to play games, but it depends on what’s in it for me. But, what am I playing for, what are the stakes? And, at what cost?

These were the thoughts that were racing around in my mind for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel myself being watched. Everyone was staring at me to see what I was going to do, how was I going to respond, or it felt like it. I had a choice to make. I needed to be able to think, to weigh my odds. But he needed an answer, quickly, he said. Time was running out to decide and he couldn’t wait forever.

I quickly tried to think of all the reasons why I shouldn’t play along, such as not knowing what it was going to cost me, and wondering if I was going to regret this one day. If I did decide to give him my number, I could end up never being able to rid myself of the consequences, whatever they may be, or, conversely, I could always regret that I didn’t give him my number and end up losing out on something that might bring me joy forever and having to live with that.

All of this was happening so fast, but not fast enough apparently because he was starting to get a little agitated, I thought. I just don’t know how you can rush such a decision about something that you might have to live with the outcome for the rest of your life. I don’t like being rushed.

In the end, it always comes down to how lucky I feel. I said I needed a drink, just to give me a little more time. I needed to get in the mood. I have to feel lucky.

I took a sip of my drink. He asked me how lucky was I feeling, and by the tone of his voice, I got the feeling that he was starting to feel like he was going to get lucky himself. He sure was pressuring me for an answer. I kept stalling for time, I wanted to play my cards right. I took another sip of my drink.

He finally said that I had to make up my mind, he wouldn’t ask me again. He said that it was now or never, he couldn’t wait around forever.

Sometimes you just have to take the chance and go for it. So, with time running out I decided to take the gamble and go for it. I leaned in close to him and whispered into his ear, “Number 8.” He abruptly turned around and hurriedly headed straight across the room to a table where I saw him talking to another woman, and at first, I thought that I had waited too long to give my response. And then I saw him hand her a $20 bill and purchase a ticket. I was now breathless with anticipation, but he seemed to be taking his time getting back to me. He finally arrived back my side and handed me the ticket stub, and just in time, too, because they were getting ready to call out the winning number. As they brought out the glass bowl containing all the tickets, I was dizzy with excitement, and then, suddenly, a calmness settled over me, a knowingness that they were going to choose my number. I was definitely feeling lucky!

The host for the evening put his hand into the bowl of numbered tickets and swirled them all around. With the excitement building, I squeezed my husband’s hand. Finally, they pulled out the wining card, and called out my lucky “Number…8!” I knew I was going to be lucky that night, I could feel it. But, what did I win?, I was wanting to know. My husband didn’t tell me what the prize was. I hoped it was something good.

I was a very lucky girl indeed and ended up with something very, very good, that night. And whenever I am wearing those diamonds I won, I’m always feeling lucky.

In fact, I’m feeling lucky right now, and I think my husband feels very lucky, too.

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