So last night as I sat in choir and it was coming to an end early, I pulled up my phone to double check the hours of the restaurant. I had time for a drink and maybe a slice of chocolate cake. So after the ride home, I dropped my scooter off back at my apartment, grabbed my wallet, and then walked in and took a seat at the bar.
Recognizing me, he asked if I had been on any trips lately to start the conversation. He was a bit more distracted on this evening as he texted someone on his phone. He apologized and shared that he was communicating with his son's mother about who had placement the next day. In between distractions, we talked about my latest trip and we talked about the Olympics which were on a TV over the bar. He asked about my Valentine's Day plans so I talked about my church retreat. He shared that he would be working at the restaurant on Saturday and would have his son this weekend.
I suspect he is single. He is cute. I would guess he is a bit younger than me though and him having a child is a dealbreaker for me if I was even at a point where I wanted to date again. Plus I recognize that any interest he has shown in me likely has been more in a customer service role. I get similar treatment from a number of the servers at this restaurant. But it was just fun to have that attention and I wasn't quite ready to go home after choir. I wanted to be around people.
There is something I'm really enjoying about both observing people and how we all fit in this world together and being present and a participant in a way I wasn't before.
And as I type this I’m realizing how incredibly wild it is that I walked into a bar for the main purpose of having a conversation with the bartender. The old me would have never done that. Any limited conversations I had with servers and bartenders were just polite and practical, never personal.
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