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!
3 comments:
RG, when I read this shortly after you wrote it, I was thrilled for you. I think your feelings were reflected in your more upbeat writing, and I couldn't help but notice you didn't add a question mark at the end of the title. That tells me there may be more potential with this person than there has been with anyone in a very long time.
I realize it's still early, and you never know what might happen. But I sincerely hope this works into something. I really do. You're a good guy with a great heart. You deserve to be happy. And I've always thought one is happier with someone to love than not.
I hope you will continue to share what happens. All the best.
Hi Rick,
Yes, finally, there is hope. Whatever happens, I am just relieved that I can feel that way again.
Next date: dinner tomorrow night.
By the time you read this, RG, you will be on your dinner date.
I can't begin to tell you how much I want this to go well.
My thought and best wishes are with you. May this be the start of something big--I mean REALLY big!
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