So Dan and I met for lunch today. It's a beautiful Indian summer day in the city and there's no better spot than the Ferry building for some good conversation and fresh food. We sit down and catch up. Words flow, stories from the war zone which is work make us laugh--it's all very, well--nice. I keep the energy up by making fun of things--the melting chocolate, the birds hovering near by. Mostly I make fun of myself and my little idiosyncrasies. Dan is charmed by my not-so-charming side. The problem is, that even I get tired of entertaining myself and Dan is so even keel. I try to find the humor in things he says but there's none really. He's just a solid nice guy.
We finish our lunch, split the check, and walk to the parking lot. He escorts me to my car where we say goodbye. Cordially. "I'll call you next week," he says. "Okay," says I. And with that we part--I get into my car, put the key in the ignition and turn on the radio. For a second, I feel as if I had just arrived--no time has passed by. Is that the same song?
I don't know about you but I really like it when people I spend time with leave an impression. When I feel those minutes or hours you spent together changed you in some small way--even if it's just to say that you notice time has passed; that you were doing something else; that you have new thoughts in your head. Otherwise, I believe, time is just that--or worse--it's an empty space that sort of collapses upon itself once you pick up again.
Yours truly,
Daringirl
