I can’t believe I can’t find his email, where did I put it? I know I asked him for it. I can find his email address in the files somewhere. What are you doing? It’s his voice. It’s soft and deep, and oh so gentle. I wonder what his wife looks like? Why didn’t I notice his wife when he came in, what made me notice him. And what made him come sit by me at the coffee shop. My guy-magnet mini, silly girl. But he’s so old, but apparently, not dead. Part of him was very much alive.
I don’t know what to think about the effect I had on him. I think he was commando. He had an effect on me, yea that way too, but more. I felt safe with him.
His wife was on the schedule today for an MRI. I found a reason to walk through the waiting room. There was one lady in the machine and another still in the waiting room. I can’t see the one in the machine and the one in the waiting room is so much older than Robert. Her face is rounded; I recognize the effect of steroids; we all know the look here at the hospital. Robert’s mustache has some gray, but his hair is still a dirty blond, except for that cute bald spot in the back. Could the lady in the waiting room be his wife?
I’m not doing anything wrong, I just want to read his blog. Just let it go. This feeling will pass.