It's what I do. So, unlike most people who choose their friends based on qualities they enjoy and admire, my friends are a radom assortment of weirdo... who are willing to hunt me down and drag me into society, kicking and screaming. And all of them baffle me endlessly. So, you see, when I whined to my mother that nobody gets me, it isn't that I feel I'm complex to the point of being opaque. I know there are people in this world with whom I could identify, who would identify with me. . "What the hell are you talking about? Where are you getting this?" I started getting pissed."Joe, I saw you happy. We had a wonderful run of things. I know we weren't rushing into things, and now I am thankful of that. But I first saw it at the funeral. The way this blonde woman I didn't know was looking at us. I saw the pain in her eyes and I knew that had to be Lisa. The way she looked at you, I knew something was still there in her, but after what you told me happened between you I just. ’ I thought to myself. Next I put on my black, knee length overcoat, tying the belt around my middle and giving myself a final once over in the mirror. Finally I took a deep breath and then made my way towards the front door.******************************** I rang the door bell which was hidden from view by the leafy branch of a nearby potted plant and as I was about to press the button a second time the door swung open. Standing there with a very warm welcoming smile was Santos; he was looking. " His response was, "LOL. If?! You kidder you." I melted. Literally. So a plan was formed for yesterday and it then as quickly as it was formed, it kinda fell apart. In fact, if it had been anyone else I would have been long gone. The time got messed up, the place got messed up. There was a lot of waiting on my part and I don't wait well, but I decided I at least had to meet him. We finally texted back and forth and decided on a restaurant. It is important for you to know that I had never.