Of average height, he wore khakis that fit and didn’t fit at the same time, the ideal petite body type not used to its full potential. Then again, that’s completely understandable given the particular circumstances this night.
“Let’s go inside.” I follow, finishing up the last bit of conversation I had left on my cellphone. He opens the door, a gentlemen.
I sadly admit that I’m full and could not possibly have any. He seems disappointed but doesn’t want to pry. He walks over contemplating the multiple choices of flavor and size. Returning, he asks again to make sure and I reassure him. Although seeming reluctant he purchases two scoops anyway and grabs two spoons. One for each flavor or one for each person accounted for?
What was most peculiar about the evening was the van. A pale silver both inside and out, a modern motor vehicle on the outside, a comfortable dining room inside. We converse about recent activities, random blasts of memory, and share a good amount of laughter. I hope he didn’t think I was laughing at him. While what he shared was indeed slightly odd, it was not surprising at all. In fact, I thought it to be quite amazing and quite the feat. A most commendable honor with the occasional desired benefits thrown in of course.
His actions were shy, but his words bold. They threw me after forming every sentence making me wish we were friends sooner. As I sit and listen, I can’t help but wonder what events caused him to be the person he is today and how I wasn’t there to share them. Is now the chance to make up for lost time? Will there be another chance?
Prior engagements cut our time short, and we step back into real life in real time.
A few last words and a short embrace. Compromising but sincere. I don’t think I can leave now but I do.
Perhaps, there will be a next time?
© estalement 2007
