Yes, something. What exactly? Who knows in the beginning. I knew when he sat down with his tea that this would go somewhere.
The biographical interview question-and-answer felt like a lingering conversation. No need to rush each answer. Add details.
We’ve got time.
After downing our drinks, we went for a walk in West Vancouver’s Ambleside Park as a mist fell. I was so involved in the conversation, I did not realize that the mist had turned to rain. “We can turn around any time,” I finally offered. “Now’s good,” he responded, no longer feeling the need to be a polite walker. Something very refreshing about that! By the time we reached my bus stop, water dripped steadily from my hair to my face. Not a picture perfect look, but I felt confident that that didn’t matter.
“I’ll wait till your bus comes,” he said. It wasn’t an empty gesture. I knew he’d wait, even as three of the wrong buses drove by. In between, he gave me a goodbye hug. Long. Tight. Meaningful.
As with any first date, I could pick it apart and point out all sorts of red flags. I’m a master at that. But I’m tossing that mindset aside for now. All I know is that things felt right. We genuinely related to one another. We talked about next time.
After so many one-afternoon coffees, I am just going to appreciate the real possibility that there will indeed be a next time. That really is something!