About exactly 1 month ago, on saint patrick's day, I met a swedish girl in irish pub, Paddy's.
Her name is Emma, and she lives on a sailboat, she is sailing the world with another man (who i understand is married), and they have been in egypt before coming to lebanon. I met her by stepping on her feet, how nice is that!
We had a talk. I know we were both slightly drunk, but she still felt very special. It was one of the rare times a girl actually entertains me by what she said... and she talked a lot!
When she left, I wanted to give her my number, but had nothing to write it on, so she just left...

Today I was driving past the beirut marina, and saw a big, majestic sailboat slowly coasting out of the marina, all sails folded. It reminded me of her and I drove closer to the sea and got out of my car and watched it slowly float away. It may sound illogical, but I'm pretty sure that's her boat. There are a coupld of other places where you could park a sailboat, but this one is the most probable, and it was the only big sailing boat in the marina.

Now I'm sitting here and wondering what could have happened had i given her my number.
For some reason she felt more special then all the other girls I have ever met.