A Walk On The Beach

Unlike most Mondays, today was truly exceptional...

I got to spend some time with an old friend of mine over breakfast this morning.  I haven't really spent time with her lately, and it was nice to catch up.  We used to hang out a lot during my single days, but in between getting married, moving out of town, and having a baby, we sorta lost touch.  After breakfast, we hung out at the ole' mall we used to work at together and caught some really impressive sales..  We both got matching rhinestone watches at NY & Co for a whopping $7 each---cheaper than a battery, I know, and off at Sears we found stuff 90% off.  Can you believe I bought a really cute dress for $1.50?!  I did.  I put it on when I got home, and there were no holes or missing attachments.  I was thrilled.  I'll wear it tomorrow to work!

Anyways, after spending the morning with her, I went down to the wharf, and took a nice long, anticipated walk on the beach.  It was so beautiful there...  It was a nice warm day, with just a little breeze, and hardly anyone there at the beach.  I just took off my shoes, and went walking in the tide.  I LOVE, adore, walking on the beach.  Call me corny, but it's almost like a spiritual thing I need now and then.  I did a lot of it throughout those awful years before and after my divorce--it really gave me  some strange, healing power and strength which I really needed at the time.  Not to mention, it did help me lose quite a bit of weight--stress does that to me.  I'm not going through any turmoil or stress at this time of my life, but it was still nice to spend some alone down time near the ocean.  It was also a beautiful day, so the weather couldn't have been more perfect.

I did bump into someone for the past however...  I don't think this person noticed me at all, but it sure gave me a good giggle.

A long time ago, I used to work in the traffic/small claims division for the courts at the county I worked for.  I HATED the job with the passion.  During my employment there, I went through my divorce, and my supervisors were less than sympathetic to my ordeal.  They would not allow any personal phone calls, and in between calls from the attorney, and the real estate guy who was selling the house, it added a lot of stress.  To top it all, we didn't have an employee parking lot nearby, so I always had to find a parking space across from the building in a neighborhood near the Jack In The Box.  Well, each morning after I parked my car, I would see this guy ride his bike past me to the county building. 

So, every morning, like clockwork, there he was, and there I was, and we used to pass eachother by.  After awhile, we would exchange smiles and waves.  He was actually pretty cute--I will not lie.  A few times, he would actually ride his bicycle slow near my side, and we would exchange hellos, and some conversation.  I was still pretty shy back then, because I had just gone through a divorce, and I was pretty nervous about dating or being in another relationship, but I thought he was cute, and it wasn't long until I asked the other women at work if they "knew of him.." 

I soon found out where he worked, and where he lived---thanks to a little investigating by some of my co-workers.  After a few more encounters with the "bicycle guy", I decided to send him an email.  We exchanged a few, and with much courage, and encouragement from co-workers, I asked him if he had time to have a coffee sometime.

No answer.

Hmm.. I thought.

I saw him again the next morning.  He stopped again on his bike and explained, that he had to "explain a few things" to me beforehand, and we "would talk later.." 

I was stunned.  If things needed to be "explained" in order to have a cup of coffee, than something wasn't right.  I told him then and there, that, there would be no need for "talking", and I just totally ignored him and walked to work.

I guess I was a little hurt.  I told one of my friends at work, who immediately sent the mail run guy to check his desk to see if there were any tell tale signs of him being in another relationship, like pictures of a potential wife, or girlfriend on his desk.  We even asked him to check the desk to see if there were any "rainbows" around too.  My friend thought that he may be gay.  Poor bicycle guy was being spied on without his knowing...

Anyway, to make a long story very short, we no longer exchanged any conversation.  At times we waved hello, but I soon transferred out of that job, and I hardly ever saw him again, unless I happened to see him walking around downtown or on a bike.  I did see other women flirting with him in the hall, and by the look on his face, he looked truly annoyed, which made me to believe that perhaps he was in fact  was in a relationship already, and he knew I was there, and he thought of me as equally annoying as the blonde in the tight skirt flirting with him in th hallway of the county building. 

So, basically I only saw him a few times since, in between the years; but guess who ran past me on the beach?  Yep, bicycle guy, and he wasn't alone.  Apparently on the other side of the beach, was his guy "friend." From the body language displayed, I'm making an educated guess that the two are more than friends; no doubt about it.  Mystery solved!  I smiled to myself.  It all makes sense now; kinda.  But, WHY he couldn't just say... "Let's just be friends." is beyond me. 

I drove back to my mom's and got Nicholas, and we bought a pumpkin.  We later went to pick up Andrew from school, and went home.  It was a great day.  Damn, I wish I never had to work again...