Friday I had a call from a man that I only saw once a little over a year ago. He asked if I would like to go to the Angels baseball game that evening. It was the same game Vet man was going to and I had visions of running into him, not that it would have mattered much. I don't particularly like baseball so I declined the invitation. He then asked if I would have lunch with him the following day. Since I really didn't have any plans on Saturday I said okay. Seems they all come out of the woodwork again.
He came to pick me up and we drove to Laguna Beach to the Beach House Restaurant for lunch. The dining room sits above the sand of Main Beach Laguna and the view is spectacular. This man is very personable but is going through the same thing most men seem to be going through. His only child, a teenage boy, isn't speaking to hm. He has a bitter ex-wife, he is out of a job due to the fact that he had cancer and the company he worked for let him go because he was out longer then six months. He is trying to regroup. Aren't we all?
Of course sitting there having lunch and wishing it were Dez instead, the table next to us had an order of Paella delivered. Since Dez and I had thought that Orange Country didn't know what it was I found that everyplace I have gone in the last three weeks has it on the menu. I have another place to add to the list I gave Dez.
We returned home after about two and a half hours and he came in for a little while. I really had no interest in him and was deciding I wouldn't see him again. After all he took over a year to take me out again. Probably a money issue as I'm not a cheap date. He stayed and talked for a while and then said he should leave. He didn't want to, but I frankly couldn't wait to send him out the door. He left and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was so easy and proceeded to get comfortable and relax for the rest of the day.
As soon as he left my long time grey haired man called with his problems. He manages to call me once or twice a week and I consider him just a friend. He too has a multitude of problems, most of them brought on by him, as most of our problems are, He is the man that blew through six million dollars and now at age seventy two is trying to reinvent himself. He is truly the bad luck kid with a little black cloud over his head. He just wants to talk and that is fine. Just call me Ann Landers. He bounces his considerable ideas off of me. Some I think are fine and the majority aren't. He is a very young seventy two and says he feels thirty five. I believe it.
So, this coming week is a little busy. A meeting tomorrow in the morning, then a meeting Tuesday night. Wednesday I have nails, haircut and shopping for food at Trader Joe's.
Dez is suppose to come Thursday and Friday....again we will see if that transpires. We are suppose to go dancing at The Phoenix Club and then Brio.
Today Sunday I'm going to the Build a Sofa store to look at the schematic that the designer has done for the sofa I want and choose the type of pillow backs I want. It is always a big decision when you are investing thousands in a furniture piece.
Hope everyone has a good upcoming week.
He came to pick me up and we drove to Laguna Beach to the Beach House Restaurant for lunch. The dining room sits above the sand of Main Beach Laguna and the view is spectacular. This man is very personable but is going through the same thing most men seem to be going through. His only child, a teenage boy, isn't speaking to hm. He has a bitter ex-wife, he is out of a job due to the fact that he had cancer and the company he worked for let him go because he was out longer then six months. He is trying to regroup. Aren't we all?
Of course sitting there having lunch and wishing it were Dez instead, the table next to us had an order of Paella delivered. Since Dez and I had thought that Orange Country didn't know what it was I found that everyplace I have gone in the last three weeks has it on the menu. I have another place to add to the list I gave Dez.
We returned home after about two and a half hours and he came in for a little while. I really had no interest in him and was deciding I wouldn't see him again. After all he took over a year to take me out again. Probably a money issue as I'm not a cheap date. He stayed and talked for a while and then said he should leave. He didn't want to, but I frankly couldn't wait to send him out the door. He left and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was so easy and proceeded to get comfortable and relax for the rest of the day.
As soon as he left my long time grey haired man called with his problems. He manages to call me once or twice a week and I consider him just a friend. He too has a multitude of problems, most of them brought on by him, as most of our problems are, He is the man that blew through six million dollars and now at age seventy two is trying to reinvent himself. He is truly the bad luck kid with a little black cloud over his head. He just wants to talk and that is fine. Just call me Ann Landers. He bounces his considerable ideas off of me. Some I think are fine and the majority aren't. He is a very young seventy two and says he feels thirty five. I believe it.
So, this coming week is a little busy. A meeting tomorrow in the morning, then a meeting Tuesday night. Wednesday I have nails, haircut and shopping for food at Trader Joe's.
Dez is suppose to come Thursday and Friday....again we will see if that transpires. We are suppose to go dancing at The Phoenix Club and then Brio.
Today Sunday I'm going to the Build a Sofa store to look at the schematic that the designer has done for the sofa I want and choose the type of pillow backs I want. It is always a big decision when you are investing thousands in a furniture piece.
Hope everyone has a good upcoming week.
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