When there was a time that a cell phone was available only for those who had a business, people were used to waiting for an appointment. And when you wrote a love letter, you were used to waiting for couple of anxious weeks to receive it back. It was usually Saturday afternoon you waited for someone who was dear to you. You chose the best shirt among yours; the shoes were shiny. The slower time seemed to go, the more you were anxious to see the one. You were completely tuned to a direction from which your loved one was supposed to show up. Soft breezes passed by you as people were hustling and bustling moving around you. You checked in your mind what to do after the greeting: going to the movie or a coffee shop or restaurant. Sometimes it might take a couple of hours to meet the one without knowing what happened to them. During the time of waiting, you kept thinking of the one and worried about, hoping that you were in the right space and time, and nothing happened to the one you were waiting for. Five minutes became thirty minutes; thirty minutes one hour. You might feel frustrated and yet you might find yourself being proud because you were patiently waiting. You might spend this time walking around, letting your mind wander, or thinking of the one to come. Soon you might realize that it had been couple of years to get to know the one. There was a time of excitement as well as of nervousness when you thought of your first encounter. Whether it was called fate or not, you might feel guided by a higher power to be there to encounter the one. You might feel lucky, smiling in the middle of the street.
Suddenly funny thoughts came to the mind. If we live up to seventy years, most people spend five years in line, six months waiting for a traffic light, eight months to open a mailbox, one year to find the lost, two years to find someone for whom the call is, four years to do housekeeping, six years for eating and twenty three years to sleep if we sleep eight hours a day. Especially for women, it takes more time to prepare themselves to go out. Women spend more than three years in taking a shower, combing, making up, and choosing clothes and shoes. And men spend three months waiting for women to find their perfect handbag or shoes before going out.