I Think It’s Love
I’ve met someone. Online. Can you believe it?
An old geezer like me, meeting someone online. My kids think I’m crazy.
Her name is Janie and she lives in Florida, an hour from me, on the coast. We’ve been talking for a month, and last weekend we decided to meet.
I was terrified. So silly! But I was. Truly terrified.
We decided to meet at a coffee shop, have some coffee and get to know each other a little, and then go on a whale-watching trip. Depending on how that trip went, we said we’d do dinner afterward. Or not. Like I said, it would depend on how we felt after the whale watching thing.
I dithered for half an hour on what to wear. Shit! I was worse than a woman! But I finally decided on jeans and deck shoes and a polo with a light sweater. I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.
When I saw her at the coffee shop, I wasn’t disappointed. She actually looked like her picture that was posted on the dating site. She was dressed nicely, but not overdressed.
She had gotten there before me and already had her coffee and a small table. I sat down and ordered a Classic American, black, and we started talking.
It was like we had been friends forever. Very quickly, we fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, and there were no awkward silences or weird ends of subjects. We talked so long that we almost missed the whale-watching excursion.
I happened to look down at my watch and saw the time, and then we both jumped up and ran out the door, down the street, and to the dock where the ship was waiting. We got on board laughing at each other, our sides heaving from the run. It was a great way to start the excursion.
The whale watching trip lived up to our expectations. We saw a bunch of whales. Jackie—that’s her name—has had a lifelong passion for photography, and she brought her Nikon and took a billion photos of the whales, and the water, and the boat, and . . . me. I’m just guessing, but I think she likes me.
After the excursion, we were kind of tired, and both pretty wind-blown, but neither of us was ready for the day to end. So we went to a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that one of the dockhands recommended, and basically spent the next THREE hours there talking.
It was just so fun. I told her all about Mandy, and she told me about her husband, who died about five years ago. She told me about her kids, and I did the same, and we talked about our hobbies and interests. She was fascinated about my Guatemala trip, and told me about some similar trips she’s done.
So, that was last weekend. We’ve talked every night since then. We’re going to meet this weekend again and go see a concert.
I think I’m falling in love.