Something’s Weird in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I don’t know how this could possibly be, but I’ve seen AtH all weekend. Like, we keep just bumping into each other at such coincidental times.

I went to dinner with my friend Tiff, her hubby, and their new baby last night, which was really nice, by the way. But I wanted to get home before the roads iced over—especially since I bought a brand new car the week before (surprise!), and as I was almost home, pulling up to the building, I saw AtH walking across the street to go to the restaurant. So I honked and waved, meaning, “Hello, AtH! How ya doing?”

And nothing more.

But then he called me to see what I was doing and asked me to join him for a glass of wine. And since I wasn’t doing anything else, I joined him. And he was hungry, so I sat with him while he ate dinner. And we talked and we talked and we talked some more. And then we talked about furniture shopping because there’s a place that has all this GORGEOUS old stuff that we both like (that he can afford, but I can’t quite) that’s having a huge sale! So he invited me to go shopping with him today (after having coffee at his place first, of course).

And I commented on how weird it is that we keep seeing each other (nice weird, but weird nonetheless), because I don’t really know anyone else here. And he kept telling me that he likes my company and on and on and on, and I melted and melted and melted some more.

So we had coffee and lunch and we shopped today. We both found stuff. Me: two beautiful iron trays that will double as nightstands. He: a stunning, gigantic hand-carved console that will fit his hallway perfectly. So great.

We also talked some more. He’s got some major complications with his ex-wife. In fact, I don’t think the divorce is final. And he’s even told me that his ex has hired private detectives to follow him around. And there are other things that I don’t even feel comfortable writing down. And now I’m sort of freaking. Not badly, but hm. My wheels are surely turning.

I’m sure that’s why he’s so gentle with me. I just wish I weren’t so crushy on him.

Guess I will have some time to contemplate things while I’m away for four days.

I better go pack.