Friends is a four letter word
The F word came up a lot in our conversation last night.
It was almost 9 by the time he called. The class had just left and he was walking out to the car. I had expected a short trip to Starbucks then home and in bed by 10:30.
I was wrong.
Instead we met at Denny's so Mr. M could eat dinner. During his long teaching days he often doesn't get time for meals so Denny's was a compromise place. I could have my coffee, he could have his All American Slam.
Conversation was light. We talked about our respective days. He regaled me with stories about his job search and students. I complained about some of the incredibley stupid people I must deal with during the course of my day and how I am in no way ready to don the sarong in two weeks. He presented me with some copies of CDs and DVDs I had been coveting that he had burned for me.
At one point conversation turned to how he wants to get back into shape again (he was a runner in high school and college before his back gave out) and how he needs to take more time to settle down. Be with friends. Huh. There's that f word again.
Due to our public location we never really had a big conversation about anything. I sensed he still has a lot on his mind but we just never got into it. So when we parted ways with a big hug and a nice, long kiss in the parking lot, I was more confused than ever.
And that's where we left it. Due to busy schedules this weekend and the beginning of next I doubt we'll get to see each other before I leave for another debaucherous weekend in Killington. I was hoping for at least dinner but neither of us has a free night in the next couple of days. Grrrr. The idea of getting together is more for my own benefit than anything else...a reminder of the fact that I have a good thing going back here in Pennsyltucky and I shouldn't do anything stupid to ruin it.
Then again, what happens in another state, stays in another state. Or so I'm told.