Th e Date That Almost Wasn’t
by Judy Greenough
I’d just met him briefly, and two days later we were to meet for dinner. Despite a great conversation, I was surprised to be really looking forward to seeing him. I got there a little early, no sign of him after 20 minutes. I called his cell, left a message, waited another 15 minutes and left. I knew this guy wanted to see me – where the heck was he? I kept thinking how odd for me to be so concerned about someone I was totally clueless about.
He called the next night, very embarrassed – he’d lost his wallet the day before, had gone to get a new license and was arrested for a traffic ticket that his bookkeeper had never paid. He hadn’t called because he spent the night in jail. Now that’s not something one makes up, nor something many would want to convey. My head was saying there was more to the story/is this guy safe? - yet my smarter side agreed to let him make it up to me on Saturday.
That night, he was there early, me a little less enthusiastic. It took about 3 minutes for me to know exactly what it was I felt the night he didn’t show – it was a knowing that something was wrong, and now, it was a knowing that something was very, very right. We sat and talked for 4 hours, amazed at our connection – spent another hour saying goodbye in the parking lot, and an hour on the phone after that when he called to make sure I got home safely. That was 3 short weeks ago – and I’m grateful I didn’t let my head cost me what could well turn out to be my other “wing”.
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Hi J & J!
Just a short “thank you” for the video link before I go to love up on my little champion Pomeranian, Rocky.
Actually, nobody but me has told him he’s a champion, but I suspect he trusts my judgment.
Rocky’s 15 pounds (he’s not the toy variety) of pure love… and he thinks he has to protect Laura and me.
Naturally, he owns us… so his thinking is that he just needs to protect one of his own - members of his private little pack!
Rocky hates it when either one of us leaves the house… and wonders often why we seem preoccupied about, what seems to him, a whole lot of nothing.
He knows which door we’re each expected to return through… and never fails to be on the lookout - befitting one constantly on a mission.
If you’ve ever seen this breed bounce around on their hind legs and rapidly paw at the air… grinning from ear to ear… then you’ll understand I really do hate to be away from my Rocky.
Besides, we have a long-running conversation that must forever pick up where it left off…
And the joy of seeing him greet me so enthusiastically upon my return makes returning to my work all the more pleasurable…
… Because it suits a writer to want to be nearest those he cares most about.
Wouldn’t you agree?
It definitely suits Rocky.
Oh, there he is now!
“What’s keeping you away from me now? You comin’ or what? It’s time for some fun and some snugglin’ again… please hurry up!”