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“Some moments are nice, some are
nicer, some are even worth writing about.”
 Charles Bukowski, War All the Time

On Sunday morning, I was helping my sister organize some stuff and lost track of time.  All of a sudden, I realized it was a quarter to 11. My date was at 11am.

It was a mad rush. I took a shower, washed my hair, got dressed and was there at 11:00am. Luckly, the coffee shop was just around the corner from my apartment. I had wet hair, but I was on time.  By the way, being able to get ready in minutes is one of my claims to fame. 

As I was approaching the coffee shop, I saw him across the street reading a parking sign. I crossed and met him there.  I cannot remember if we hugged hello or not.  He looked like his picture, but was taller than I expected.  He is 6’4, and had some type of hiking shoes that added even more height.  He had beautiful blue eyes. 

We walked into this new coffee shop called Cafetero in New Rochelle.  I ordered an oat milk mocha latte and he ordered cappuccino. We were lucky to get the last table available.  We set down and there were no awkward pauses or any silence.  We both like to talk and took turns interrupting each other. 

“Always just pleasant. Never overexcited. Never, in fact, excited at all. Just pleasant, which is simply another word for nice.” ― Cecelia Ahern, Thanks for the Memories

I was able to learn a little about his life.  He lived overseas for a while.  Has two kids. He has been separated and out of the marital home for over 3 years, but he is still not divorced as they continue to battle over the assets.  He has a court date coming up and thinks that all will be resolved by then.

After one hour of conversation, I decided that it was time to go.  One hour seems like a good time for coffee only.  Had we gotten something to eat, perhaps I would have stayed longer.  

Looking back, perhaps I was too abrupt in cutting the date short.  But we are both the type of people that can talk forever.  It seemed that we were always in the middle of some conversation and there was no opening to say goodbye. So, it had to be abrupt.

The bottom line is that I found him handsome, personable and smart. But that was it.  Do I need more?  Yes, I do! I need sparks, or at least hints of it.  There was none.  I think we would make good friends.

I got home and texted him saying it was nice meeting him.  He replied agreeing he had a nice time.  He hasn’t reached out again.  I don’t expect him to, but if he does I would go out again as friends.

“In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you.”
Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker