It was a gorgeous Miami day. You know the kind; sunny, 85 degrees, blue skies with thin white clouds decoratively placed to let you know which was the sky and which was the ocean. The Italian and I had just finished a 4 mile run in Key Biscayne, it had been my idea… running was always my idea. He was always good about making me feel good about dragging him to do what I wanted to do. As I was driving us back from what can only be described a tough/fun run back to his place when he began to cramp and said we should stop by his friend’s place… he lived close… Coconut Grove.
I was sweaty, icky, and didn’t really care that I was about to meet his friends, what mattered was that he showed me off, he liked spending time with me (or so that’s what it felt like).
The Italian couldn’t reach the door faster, thankfully his friend opened the door before he knocked.
He had the a nice smile; warm, inviting, and polite.
He invited us in. We chatted as The Italian drank all the water he could and used the bathroom. I tend to be a camel and not need so much to drink.
I remember liking him. I remember liking the way he was so well spoken and polite.
Throughout the years we kept in touch, whether it was through The Italian or on our own.
And now here we are, more than 7 years later and our friendship has taken a different twist. I like the way I feel around him. Maybe it’s because he seems sincerely honest when he says things, or maybe it’s because I feel normal, wanted, and pretty. I am not saying this is “The Guy” but I am saying I like what he provides.
In life we have to appreciate the little things and people we come across, they could be a happy moment in an otherwise crazy chaotic life.