Hello Happy.

He’d asked to meet on Thursday for lunch. “Hmmm.” I thought. “That’s a bad day. Lunch would be too short and I’d be in my work clothes.” I counter offered Saturday, but that didn’t feel quite right.
Then I had an idea. Thursdays, the Farmer’s Market is int the Big City and the food trucks are out. Would it be too weird to suggest a Food Truck lunch then find a sunny spot to chat and eat? If he was creepy, it would be easy to bolt. If he was decent, he might find it fun. Good plan.
I mulled it over for 2 days. Do I be bold? Why not? Just ask. He said; “Sure thing! Where and when.”
Thursday came. Then. Surprise. He is tall, chatty, handsome and outgoing. He speaks and smiles. We bought falafels from a food truck then walked to a park in the city.
A bright sunny day. There was a group of senior citizen ladies doing a small tap dance show. All in bright sequins, tassels and boa’s. They were darling. Just our luck! Dinner and a show!
We ate and chatted so easily for an hour. He listened and asked questions. Silly and Quick and Fun. We found things in common. Life things, growing up things, parent things.
He wore a blue dress shirt and slacks. Because - he knew he’d be in the city and wanted to look nice and fit in. He’d thought of this ahead of time. (Does this happen? Is this possible?)
He noticed the Eyes. I noticed his height, handsomeness and hardworking hands.
After a bit, the dancing ladies had changed their clothes and come to eat their lunch the concrete steps nearby. He wanted thank them for their performance because just being there to dance had added a fun treat. So he did. He took my hand, went up to them and thanked them. He told them; “We just met, can you believe it?! And said they’d helped to make it great. They couldn’t believe we’d just met. One sweet lady pointed and mouthed to me: ‘He’s a keeper!’
This is when for me, the shock, feeling, relief.......or whatever it is – Whisper of a thrill? – began to make the trip through my unsuspecting heart and up to my befuddled brain.
We held hands, like silly school kids. We ran across streets back to my building, back to work.
I let him kiss me goodbye and I kissed him back. Simple quick kisses but – Electric. Crazy. Mind Boggling. Stunned. We parted. I was about 20 feet away and thinking; “Wow! What was that?!" And he called after me, for one more hug. Me. Worth one more hug.

This actually happened. True story. Crazy silly happiness. There have been many more dates and each one better than the last.
It's nutty, happy, good.
My goodness, the laughter and peace.
xo jeanne.