He was a friend of a friend and we talked and talked and talked and talked and had an all around great time.

Completely unexpected.

Nineteen years older than me.

And when he left part way into the fourth quarter and we had exchanged names he asked if I would be at the game next week and if it would be ok to look for me.

I said “Sure!” in my usual friendly way and then I worried, “Is that like asking me for a pre-date?”

Not that I would mind, I think we would have loads to talk about and he seems like a man who gets soulfulness, which is probably one of the reasons he enjoyed talking with me so much.

We covered all the stuff you aren’t supposed to talk about… politics, religion… and then nature, wildlife, geology,people with “disabilities”, etc. We didn’t, however, talk about sex unless you consider his last inquiry.

Ok, I am outta here for a while.