@Cain 9 April 2020 more from that month

Thursday, April 9, 2020

We were nursing the same drinks we'd ordered an hour earlier. I’d been doing most of the talking, she’d hardly said more than a few words. But I didn’t feel like I was talking to myself because I could see in her eyes she was listening. It was a blind date set up by a mutual friend of ours. I hadn’t expected anything to come of it until I saw her standing outside the restaurant, waiting for me. She was so stunning I suddenly felt under dressed for the occasion. After dinner, we walked to this bar down the street and the two of us sat outside on the empty patio. Before I knew it I was telling her the story of my life. This was unlike me, and eventually I grew embarrassed and wondered what she thought of my rambling. The only thing I knew about her at that point was that she'd been single for the last three years. I knew what was wrong with me, why I was alone, but I couldn’t understand how she didn’t have someone. That's when I remembered this line from a story I once read and the words came into my head like a kind of explanation. "There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice," I thought.