two lonely souls: Oops, fancy meeting you here....

I attempted another solo night out tonight.  I'd had a rough few days (thinking and thinking and remembering and wanting to know what I had ever done wrong) and didn't want to go home.  After closing shop, I ran a few errands then drove back into town, I knew where I wanted to go...heard they make a great mac and cheese (recommended by boat builder).  I was looking for another solo night, really, I think.  Another night to prove my braveness, stength and courage.  I'd had a "date" last week with the boat builder, and I had a good time, enjoyed his company (and his nervousness?) and I went home with a smile.  He was a perfect gentleman.  But then I got to thinking.  I got to thinking that it was too soon for any kind of date....I'm not ready yet.  Am I?  No, I need to work on me some more.

At the end of my errands, I'm in the parking lot for the restaurant, boat builder texted me a "hey, how was your day at the store?" type of message.  I texted him back.  Then I got into the restaurant, looked in, and there he was!  Of course I went over to join him.  Not only would it have felt weird and rude not to, but he had just texted me, and I knew I wanted the company.  And I had a feeling he would be there.  And did I want to run into him?  Maybe I did.  But I wasn't truly planning on it.

During our mish-mashed conversation eating our gourmet mac and cheese at the bar, we talked about some things.  I told him that I've been having trouble sleeping (which led to him asking why, but before I could answer him he said that it must the breakup that I mentioned to him last week, and I had barely said a word about it, and yes, he apparently made careful note of it).  Turns out he had a really tough one a few months ago, commiserated with me.  He said he lost 34 pounds in the month following his breakup....he couldn't eat.  It took him a couple months to get over it.  We chit chatted some more.  He told me some of the same stories he told me when we were out last week.  We left at the same time...he didn't walk me to my car like he had done before, and didn't give me a hug like after our "date".  His big white gleaming pick-up truck was parked right in front of the restaurant.  He texted me after getting home, thanking me for keeping him company.  If anything, I know I at least have the possibility of a new friend.  Another lonely soul who's looking for company for dinner.

AJ rarely texted me or asked "how was your day at the store?". If he did, it was so uncommon or so long ago that I can't recall it.  I have to admit, it's pretty nice but weird for boat builder to ask me how my day was.  I don't know what to make of it.....