In thirty years. At 2:35 yesterday, I sat down in a London coffee shop, waiting for 3:00 to roll around. I was going to talk to a woman whom I’d met on Zoosk, a dating website. I’ll call her Erin. Strangely, I wasn’t nervous. But I sure was excited. A new human being, potentially a new love.
As I sipped my tea, a little smile adorned my face. I was happy. It’s been 15 months since Jody died, and it’s time for companionship. From my window table, I watched people cross the street, including several women, none of whom matched the photo on the website. I realized that 3:00 pm could be a huge moment in my life, or maybe not. The smile remained.
I needed a napkin for my pumpkin tart so I headed to the counter. A woman was making a purchase, her back to me. “Is that her?” I gushed on the inside. No. Her hair was curly and Erin’s was straight. But my heart did a few flippy-flips before I figured that out.
Back to the sanctuary of my table. More human beings outside, slow slogging through the snow. The neighbourhood was an older one – classic brick buildings with most of them turned into restaurants or shops.
There! That’s Erin. Oh my goodness, she’s probably coming into the coffee shop. She’s probably going to order. She’s probably going to come looking for me. Now the smile has turned into a laugh … aimed at moi. And sure enough, a woman named Erin is soon walking down the aisle towards me. I wave. We smile. And so it begins.
Erin is a lovely person, full of energy and with a smile that shows up easily. We both enjoy meditating and yoga. When she used the words “opening the heart”, I jerked. Oh my. Another person who says stuff like that in everyday conversation.
We talked for an hour-and-a-half. It was easy. It was fun. We agreed to meet again sometime soon.
The mystery will continue to unfold. I will continue to smile. Whatever happens, I’m so glad to be walking this path.