That Rick

Rick and I talked as if no time had passed.  The sound of his voice was as soothing as it had ever been.  I found out that he was currently going through a nasty divorce and had custody of 3 of his 4 kids.  Four kids, wow.  We just talked and talked and it was like I was 16 again.

Soon he said that he needed to go, but would like to see me.  I said sure, where can we meet?  He told me that he was in Pearsall and would love it if I could come to see him.  He would explain later why he was in Pearsall, but really wanted to talk in person.  I said that I would be there around 7 and looked forward to seeing him.

Oh my gosh, what was I going to wear?  It had to be perfect, but not too perfect.  After about 20 outfit changes I decided on a nice green sweater and black jeans.  That'll do.  It will have to, because I need to get going.

The drive to Pearsall seemed to take forever, but eventually I was there.  We were supposed to meet at a grocery store there on the "main drag" of this tiny little town.  I walked around the store and didn't see him.  As I was walking out, I heard his voice.  "Robyn?"  I turned around and there he was.  Rick, my Rick.  It was wonderful to see him again.  We hugged and leaned against my car and talked for what seemed like forever.  Finally, he suggested we go to a little bar and shoot some pool and talk some more.  To this day, he still claims that he "let" me win, but I know how good I am and how not good he is.

It was comfortable with Rick.  I could just be me and it was nice.  We talked and laughed and I enjoyed myself so much.  It was easy.  I needed easy.