I emailed Michelle this morning and she was free for lunch so we went over to the mall and ate at 59th and Lex, that little restaurant inside Bloomingdales.
I’d never eaten there before (what man has?) and was not surprised to find it was mostly empty save a few elderly ladies.
Anyway, I haven’t seen Michelle in a while and I asked how things were going with the wedding plans. She said they were going fine but I could tell that something was up. I pressed a little, but she stuck to her story that everything was fine. She changed the subject and asked, “How’s your love life?”
I told her about Chloe and that I was sad that it didn’t work out. But then I said, “I think I’m more upset about the idea of the relationship not working out than things not working out with Chloe specifically.”
Michelle said, “I know what you mean.” But she said it in a cryptic kind of way as if I were privy to the special meaning of her words.
It was a strange lunch but I was glad to see her. Despite all that’s happened between us, I still really like Elevator Girl.
Sorry I haven’t posted anything all week.
I thought I was fine with Chloe breaking up with me, but it turns out I was actually pretty upset about it. I’ve been working long hours, too, and haven’t been in the mood to talk to much of anyone. Then, yesterday I ran into Polly with her dog Fellini. Fellini and Tad have hit it off since they met and Polly invited us to join them at the dog park.
The funny thing about the dog park is how everyone refers to themselves as so-and-so’s owner, not by their real name. But the dog park is a friendly place where strangers just naturally talk to each other and there’s always something to talk about: your dog. So I met some of Polly’s friends, a big bald guy with a lot of tattoos (Hunter’s owner); a bookish woman in her sixties (Mimi’s owner); an Asian guy who does something in the music business (Chulu’s owner); and a few others.
I really liked the dog park and Tad did, too. Polly and I walked back to our apartment complex and I thanked her. Then she said that she thought I seemed down and I decided to tell her about Chloe. She was sympathetic. She didn’t reach any conclusions or offer any advice. She just said, “Well, I hope the dog park cheered you up a little.” And it did.