Thanks Jeff. It went really well. He called and said he was out front, he expected me to come out with the mail, but I invited him in. Couldn't tell if he noticed the clean house, but that's better than noticing a mess. I had him come into the basement to identify his remaining iitems. He'll come back for that. :-D He left, than came back cuz he forgot the box of his son's toys I'd given him. I took it out to him and then we talked for nearly an hour. He talked about his work project and his sisters and his Mom's health problems. I told him I miss them and if he doesn't mind passing on a greeting from me. He asked where my D is. He asked where I found an apartment, so I did end up telling him some of the troubles I've been dealing with in the house and with the slum lord this summer. I didn't let on that I'm stressed or really how bad it is, but instead used some humor. I told him I was considering rent to own properties and he was very enthusiastic about that idea, even suggested a few places nearby that I should look at. Overall I smiled a lot. He scarcely made eye contact, but when he did I felt the connection. When I realized how long we'd been talking, I decided to cut it off so I said I had to get my day going. He was getting in his car and I reached an arm out just towards him, placed it on the car - like a pat goodbye to the car. When I was doing that he was lifting his face, I swear he was going to kiss me. Maybe I read that wrong, but I think he thought I was reaching for him and he really looked like he was ready to make lip contact. I just smiled. And I told him "don't worry about my troubles. I am good and everything is fine." Despite knowing that went well, I came in and cried.
Wanted to escape to the beach today, but the hurricane has created dangerous rip tides and no one's getting in the water today. Wish I were at work where it's air conditioned after all. No apartments to see until tonight.
