A few months ago I attended a funeral of a great man who lost his life to cancer. This man coached t-ball with my father for several years and throughout that time our families became close. Of course as life went on and all of us kids were too old for the t-ball scene, we drifted apart except for the occasional run-in at church or community events.
At the funeral his son (we'll call him Jr. for future purposes) gave a beautiful speech on behalf of the family. His words about his father were loving and honest. It was heart-breaking but inspiring. After the funeral. I approached Jr. to tell him what a great job he did. It of course took him a few seconds to recognize me but not too long.I thought I was mistaken but when I prepared to leave I thought he held on to my hand a little longer than normal as if he wanted to say something else but refrained given the location and other people surrounding us.
It turns out-he did.
I ran into Jr. yesterday as I walking into the mall and he was departing. Unsure if it was him I called his name and then reintroduced myself (I cut my hair by several inches since our last encounter). Within minutes I found myself giving my number to him on the pretense that we would hang out soon to "catch up."
Several text messages later that night he revealed that he always had a crush on me so he was happy he ran into me again. Humble as I am I asked him was he sure he didn't mean my older sis with whom everyone was in love with. But he said he was sure it was me which I believe since we are the same age.
I must admit flattery does work well on my ego especially when it appears sincere.
It's thanksgiving and he's already called twice to see how the day is going and whether I feel up to hanging out. Unfortunately I'm bushed so I only feel like getting the bed now but tomorrow is another day and another chance -perhaps a seconf chance to get it right.
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