Your warm words

“May you have warm words on a cool evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.”
~ Irish toast

Still no word on a job offer. To be fair, they did say by the end of this week and today is just Wednesday so there are a couple days left of the waiting game. I did what I could – I interview well, I easily build a good rapport with people and I sent a slam-bang follow-up email. Really, all I can do now is wait (and hope and pray and not over-think things).

I was talking to That Someone and mentioned that my stomach is in knots over it, and he came back with “Ah, get rid of the rope, use Velcro instead.”

I know, I had to think about it for a second too. That guy is super sweet, but definitely a little odd.

So … I went out to dinner with the fireman tonight. We hadn’t seen each other in at least 15 years; I sit here hours later wondering if he was noticing the lines on my face or if, like me, he was too busy laughing and enjoying the dinner conversation. I had forgotten that he has such beautiful eyes and quick sense of humor. I did remember that he is a complete gentleman though, and I let him pay for dinner after asking twice if I could contribute. He took the bill as soon as the waitress dropped it off and wouldn’t so much as let me look at it. I’m don’t mean to sound sexist or old-fashioned, but it was nice to be treated well for a change.

We talked outside for a bit, then hugged before we each went our separate ways. I pulled out of the parking lot first, and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t watching me drive away, a definite smirk on his face. I waited at the first stoplight and made a left when it turned green, noting that he was just a few cars behind me. I watched in the rearview mirror as he kept going forward … and kept watching me as I drove away.

I was home about 15 minutes later, and I texted “By the way, thank you for dinner.”

He replied, “It was certainly my pleasure, we’ll do it again soon.”

I’d like that.

I feel a little bit of chemistry, I think. OK, I know, but slow and easy may win this race. After all, I flunked chemistry back in my first attempt at a college education. 25 years later, I think I have the right answers … but we’ll see.

And now I am off to bed with my little black dog, where her snoring will help me ease myself into slumber and her body heat will remind me that I’m really never alone when she’s with me.

And those are your warm words on a cool evening; the rest is up to fate.

Good night.