About a week ago, I ran across an old boss of mine on LinkedIn. I actually invited him out to dinner to really catch up the last 4 years of our lives. I told him that we should meet up at Park St station, at the Boston Commons this Friday and decide then… where should we go? 

It was about 4:52pm that Friday evening and I noticed him immediately. 

::he hasn’t changed a bit::

My phone started ringing and I knew it was him calling me. He must’ve felt me watching him because he turned around and noticed me immediately.

::he really looks… good::

::side note * I had THE biggest crush on this man, 4 years ago, mainly because he was a windowed father, with 2 daughters, he had to raise all by himself and worked crazy house to make sure all of their needs were met. That to me, is #1 daddy in my book::

K: Hey!

Me: Hey yourself.

We hugged. It wasn’t even a side man hug, it was full frontal.

::He smells good. Jesus::

K: it’s so good to see you. You look great.

Me: yeah, you do, too. so, what do you want to do?

K: It’s whatever you want to do?

Me: did you eat, are you…hungry? we can eat downtown or head to Back Bay? I know this great Thai place by the Prudential. 

K: sound great to me. 

Me: walk or-

K: Uh no. Green line.

I laughed. 

Me: It’s 4 years later and you still carry 2 bags. Sir!? What’s this about?

He started laughing. He knew what I was referring to. lap top and be green grocery bag.

K: I mean I have my laptop and I’ve been researching all day, at the library. That’s what I do now?

Me: Oh!? Do tell.

We walked down the stairs and caught the green line trolley to Boylston St. He basically told me about his job and where he wanted to see things go for himself. He looked happy. Still funny and extremely attractive.

::Jesus::

We continued with the minuite details of our lives to find Boylston St teeming with tourist, rush hour commuters, TV station vans and police presence. In that moment what just mattered is that I was with him and enjoying myself.

Within moment we were at the Chili Duck. It was empty.

::Thank God::

K: so, is working and photography all you do now?

We both sat down and the waitress handed us the menu.

Me: well, sort of. I’ve been trying to get over the hump of loss and have been feeling better than I have in a long time.

K: what do you mean?

I explained to him about Lee. The involvement. The battles. The secrecy, etc.

K: don’t you have any questions for him?

Me: no. I’m not mad, I’m over the idea.

K: I’d be furious. 

Me: I’m not now, nor will I ever be agree about Lee.

K: what if he came in and sat next to us?

Me: I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t feel any kind of way about it anymore.

K: I see.

We ordered food and continued the minute conversation. Meanwhile, I was thinking how can I tell this man, that I crushed on him back in 2009?

::the struggle::

Me: I, there’s something I need to tell you…

He looked at me directly. As soon as my mouth was ready to form the words, the place exploded with customers. People were sat behind us, and on both sides and I just sort of… 

::mute::

K: What? What’s wrong?

Me: uh, no. nothing. it’s not important.

Before I knew it, it was time to go. We walked down Boylston St. I said absolutely nothing. 

::Ol scary B!itch::

K: you’re quiet. you okay?

Me: Oh I’m fine. see these fools in shorts. White people I tell ya.

K: you catching the green line home?

Me: Me? no. I was, well maybe or orange line…

K: well, I’m taking the orange line.

It seems his steps were trying to mirror mine. I wasn’t sure if his travel home plans were contingent on which decision I made it. I played it to the chest.

Me: I was actually going to take the orange line to downtown and cross to the Ashmont train.

K: cool, let’s go.

As we were walking past, reporters, vans and state police troopers. 

::speak now::

Me: you know I had such a crush on you way back when-

K: get outta here.

Me: no no, seriously.

I explained how our working relationship was and he seemed surprised and obviously not too shocked about it. 

::whew::

We walked into Back Bay station and down the stairs to catch the Oak Grove train. The ride was seamless and quiet and I became pensive, before I knew it, we had arrived to Downtown Crossing.

Me: you’re getting off?

K: yeah, catchin the train to Central.

Me: huh? you said you were going to Sullivan and…

::strange::

Me: never mind.

K: what are you doing next weekend? 

Me: Sunday, I have that hair show I have to work, Saturday I am free. Why?

K: we should… do something.

The commuters dodge and walked around us on the platform, as if we didn’t exist but existing, at the same time.

Me: I’d like that.

K: come here.

He hugged me. Full frontal, again.

::God he smells so damn good::

Me: I’ll talk to you later. Night.

K: night.