I have yet to have my first date with this new interest. I met him three years ago at the very first meeting of a riding club that was trying to get established in the area. At the time he rode a GoldWing and he definitely looked like someone's husband though he was there alone.
He had a vulnerability to him, a quiet sadness. I found out later that summer that his wife had died the previous year and he very much was still suffering that loss. We became friends, riding buddies.
Our first supper date is tomorrow night. I'll be back!
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