In an hour, I’ll walk into a restaurant for my second date with a lovely woman. We had great fun the first time and no doubt tonight’s conversation will be well punctuated with laughs and smiles. That’s certainly what I want in life.
Here I sit, bathing in uncertainty. That little smile comes back to my lips again. Perhaps we’ll become a couple, perhaps not. Both are fine. It’s possible that she’ll come to Cuba with me in three weeks – possible but unlikely. But hope springs eternal. I’ll have a wonderful time down south whether I’m alone or walking beside a companion.
This feeling in the moment is sublime, actually quite sweet. I’m just sitting with the unknown, open to whatever the universe will provide. There’s big space inside me. My taps on the keys are slow and gentle, sort of a caress. I’m in the library, sitting across from a young couple who are speaking in a language I don’t know. They’re tender with each other, in tone of voice and facial expression. It fits well with my reverie.
How come I’m not nervous? I don’t know but it works for me. Whatever happens tonight, I’m back in the game of relationship. I’m moving towards a future of being with, doing stuff together, holding hands. It’s time.
Jody is right here, cheering for me. Thank you, Jodiette. Life truly goes on.