For the first time in many years I hung out with someone in real life, just the two of us. My co-worker suggested an ice cream shop and she and I spent four hours there chatting. It was delightful.
A year ago she was my desk-neighbor at work and I found her so unique in her thought process, so earnest, and so sweet that I discovered that I had lowered my wall of self protection while engaging in dialogue with her. Online I am more of an exhibitionist, exposing some of what is in my heart and mind, but in person I am way more guarded. So this was an unusual circumstance, scary but great.
At the time she had indicated that she was lonely so I was pleased to see that she has recently started to hang out with our mutual friend who had hosted the fun Halloween party that we attended last month. I’ve occasionally had lunch at work with the mutual friend and she has a really insightful, intuitive, sardonic personality that makes me laugh. The two of them are honest, considerate, and easy to like.
For four hours we mostly talked about books. She has read everything. And I don’t mean everything, of course, but a wide variety of genres. We also talked in great length about the American version of the show The Office (if we had to pick we would probably say it’s our favorite series of all time but there are really too many to actually choose).
She told me that she writes My Little Pony fan-fiction. I laughed. No, I’m not laughing at you, I assured her, I just appreciate it. She’s a lot younger than me and is idealistic and I’m afraid life is going to destroy her. As it has YOU, Quixie? I ask myself, She’s NOT you. Stop projecting!
She spoke about her online dating experiences and as she loves cats she sent me a link of this cat-meme site. It’s hilarious (and scary). Check it out:
We talked about mental health and how she can’t go to church, knowing that it could help her obtain a social network that she needs, but she cannot go to church because they tell her if she prays or believes hard enough she’ll be healed. I won’t allow people in my life who believe that, she says with conviction. Can I relate to this at all? Of COURSE not.
I spent time in this friendly ice cream parlor focusing on our conversation, but kept getting distracted with the music playing. Each song is a song from the ’90s that I haven’t heard since the ’90s. Most of them she doesn’t recognize. Sorry, I tell her, I was just noticing how the ’90s are “in.” How apt.
She tells me she’ll attend a roller deby bout with me. That’s it – she’s a keeper!