Trial Friendship

"Red or white?," he asked her. She looked at him as if he was delirious. A mad whirl of pleasure went through her head as she wondered his intent. Unrestrained, she said "white!" "Tilapia or Salmon?," he continued to probe.  "Tilapia," she answered, a tad bit miffed. "We have opposite tastes when it comes to fish and wine," he continued to nettle. "I wish he had a 'stop analyze' button on his forehead," she thought to herself. They had been friends for 1 week, give or take. They were friends on a trial basis. It was like a club where they had a 30 day free membership. Possibility of renewal existed but they were both ambivalent about the future of their unspoken, unverbalized relationship that seemed to be in a hollow globule of emotion drowning them as they interacted. Their friendship, on the surface, seemed like an impracticable and illusionary idea flowing against a noisy, irregular current. They had practically nothing in common and yet they had a fascinating rapport that colligated their lives quite naturally. Their relationship subsumed all other relationships around them, not eliminating them but in fact making them more comfortable in their own instantiation in the world. She, often, wafflingly, intervened his everyday routine without postulating reasoning. He paused his present to entertain her concerns, without hesitation. That interaction bound them in spite of their differences. As an outsider, I wonder if they will renew their trial membership. I am amazed at them as they continue to seek interest in each other. I must stop to observe the uniqueness of their friendship and start to excogitate a way to make sense of it. Till that happens, they will continue to float in each other's worldview embracing each facet of life as they uncover it.