Yes, friends, I believe this can be done. After a few weeks of texting back and forth, yesterday, Pastor and I finally, officially (in my book), became friends again. He has been restored to full Facebook access, which makes it official.
So far, everything is going according to the guidelines. First of all, he texted me around 6pm yesterday and I was reading in Rittenhouse Square. And my hair looked fabulous. So naturally I agreed to meet him for a drink. We chatted on a park bench for a bit, then strolled over to Rouge and had a glass of wine. I paid for them both, mainly because that would reinforce the 2 drink maximum AND ensure the home before dark principle.
Here are things we covered:
- I have been travelling, work has been crazy.
- There was an earthquake this week.
- He has gone to CT almost every weekend.
- My vacation in Maine was wonderful.
- He is going to go back to the place he and the late wife honeymooned for what would have been their 5th anniversary.
- Books.
So here are initial thoughts. He touched my back a couple times. I think it was out of habit. But not appropriate for friends, I'll need to be on my guard. And any time I start to think that I wish we could be more than friends, I'm going to remember that he spent every weekend at the depressing house in the woods, by himself, probably moping around the place instead of getting out and meeting the people in his congregation. And that he's celebrating a 5th anniversary for someone he was married to for two years. It felt so good to talk with him. It just felt like a release to look him in the eye and say that the summer was hard and that I'm glad it's over. I feel like life will be better now. I suddenly feel very mature and grown-up. I am friends with an ex!
No comments:
Post a Comment