That Afternoon

Make no mistake Midget, Panera that day was all me – and, only me.

I call him Midget – as they say, be cruel to be kind.

Spending years on the cruel side of having a belief in a man, thinking and believing it was possible to reconcile the distance and separation, then having him end and sever that possibility so completely there is no going back.  David has taught me an important lesson for I now know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of unwanted attention.

I met up with Midget at Panera.  I didn’t want to show up.  I did not trust him, nor did I trust the meeting place.  I was suspicious.  True to my instincts, standing in line at Panera I saw David sitting down at a table with people.  So, I took my food and Midget outside to avoid him.

Proving I was and I am greater than either of those men, I put on a great performance.  So that David would know he no longer held a place in my heart.  So that Midget would know he was no match for me.  I was riffing, speaking zingers faster and funnier than anyone on the planet.

Panera was all me and no one else.