I helped winter-gig buddy today by taking half his route as he (FedEx driver) was slammed by Mothers' Day flowers and gifts volume. Stopped by office of upscale apartment/condo association to drop off deliveries for not-at-home recipients. "No flowers for me?" says attractive office manager who proceeded to search on-line for my next stop which I couldn't find at all. Took quite some time and was very nice about it.
I then successfully found the place, stopped by a gas station and bought her a single rose, went back, thanked her and said, "Yes, a flower for you today." She was touched, thanked me, asked me my name, chatted and I left. Old Gardener would never (have the nerve to) do something like that. Felt good. And refreshingly un-me.
Went to local pub for dinner. Three lady friends sitting next to me chatting the whole time. One really caught my eye. My age. She left for Ladies Rooms as I was about to leave. I stopped her, introduced myself and asked for a word for a moment. "About what?" says she, skeptically/suspiciously. I said I was divorced and not "out there" yet, don't even know how to get "out there." No agenda, but as I was eating and overhearing you all chat, you caught my eye - and ear. I try to get out of my comfort zone at least once a day so I thought I'd tell you that the whole time I found you captivating...and, frankly, "gorgeous." "Why thank you," says she, and - get this - gives me her number and invites me to call if I'd like. Who is this new Gardener? Not sure, but he's feeling pretty damn good lately.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
