a new perspective on an old friend

Every morning when I wake up I try and have no expectations for the rest of the day, for obvious reasons. Some of them can really suck. But today turned into a really good day. I made a new friend*, so Dave can just kiss my ass.

First, I went to a local blood drive sponsored by Memorial Blood Centers here in the Twin Cities (MN) and gave blood, my first time ever. It wasn't a thrill, but it was interesting. For a little while after I left I was afraid my arm would start spurting if I wasn't careful, but so far so good. Second, I caught the bus to the MN Trolley Museum hoping to connect with Bill, but no luck. *Sigh* That man is harder to get ahold of than a greased watermelon. So after I rode the trolley, I caught the bus up to my church (an hour and a half early) and just hung out.

Now this is where the 'really good' part of the day comes in. After service the plan was to get a friend of mine (another Messenger) to give me a ride home. Instead he (yes he) invites me to dinner. The first question, given my present circumstances with Dave, was, "at your place?" He said yes, and that there would be a bunch of guys ("well, not a bunch, just one") there. Relieved at the mention of another person present (a witness) I accepted.

His name is Ed, he's 53 (I think), and he's a talker (which is perfect because I'm a listener). In that 2 plus hours during dinner, he talked almost without stop, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I don't remember much of the conversation, even though he was telling some personal stuff for a lot of it, because I have discovered, post-Dave, that it's not so much what Ed says but that he says it, that he trusts me enough to be that open.

It's good to have a friend again.



*The American Heritage College Dictionary (1997) defines 'friend' as: a person whom one knows, likes and trusts