Well folks who may or may not have heard I had developed not only a ‘crush’
but had hopes of finding a peaceful guy to date. But, NO! This is not to be!
Let’s go back to the Delaware Arts Festival which was over the second full
weekend of May. I went around and looked at gardening creative works
with my friend, Jenny on Saturday morning. Then, later in the day, I went
around the whole festival again, with my friend, Anna. I pointed out this
really nice, dark haired man who was a potter. I liked his ceramic coffee
cups with pine trees, beach and water. It reminded me of my Mom’s ‘colors’
when my parents lived on Lake Erie. She looked at jewelry and we had a
fun time until it poured down rain. On my ‘third time around’ on Sunday
morning, I went with my friend, Marty, a female librarian and her goal was
to collect people who worked with clay and glazes’ names. She got the
potter’s name and phone number of the one I was looking at each time
I passed by his tent. I decided to purchase a beautiful caramel-colored
spoon rest. It has leaves, branches and a bird drawn on it.
The details remind me of wood-burning in its appearance.
We were talking and I could tell he was listening to Marty and to me.
We all ended up, coincidentally, at the coffee shop ‘formerly known as’
The Mean Bean. It is now called, “Something Sweet.” Not all their coffees
are sweetened but they do have baked goods and sandwiches. I was in
a talkative, chatting voice about the potter’s hands and his glasses which
I am always attracted to men with glasses. Weird, my brothers and father
wore them so is it strange to wish to have ‘familiar’ looks around me?
Ended up finding out the phone number was not easily extracted from my
friend, Marty. Not sure why? She finally a week later told me, “I don’t feel
it is appropriate to call a man who gave me his card to learn more about
ceramics. This is not why he gave me the card.”
Before you jump to the same conclusion one of my guy friends and my
good best friend did, No, Marty doesn’t want to date the potter, and she
has a live-in boyfriend, Jean.
What ensued after I found out the phone number on the Internet, the
website where his pottery was displayed, was no longer working.
Hmmm…. my youngest daughter looked up his address and did a reverse
thing-a-ma-jig and somehow could give me an email and a ‘real’ phone
number. A landline.
I decided to do the ‘chicken’ way out, an email. I am rather ‘good’ with words
on paper or in a letter.
But, I ‘put myself out there.’ His response was awesome!
He called me using my cell phone number. Jonathan immediately started
talking about our common subject, which we had started in the tent and
then, when we ran into each other at the coffee shop: BIRDS!
I told him about the rose-colored breasted grosbeak and he talked about
his farm and bluebirds. He invited me out to eat at his house.
I am unfortunately not a ‘fan’ of meals when I am getting to know men.
I also am worried whether or not it seemed a little ‘brazen’ to accept.
I used the old fashioned, “I better wait until you can come my way and we could
have a cup of coffee together.”
I also added that my purse’s theft had left me a little bit nervous about trusting
Well, things went so well in our texts back and forth. We were greeting each
other for over a week with “Good morning’s” and “Sleep tight’s.”
We had talked about the pink cast on the Full Strawberry Moon. He had
mentioned first fireflies and also, nights are more ‘mysterious.’
I wondered if by the end of summer, I would be humming or singing out
loud, “Please Come to Boston.”
“Rambling man, why don’t you settle down. . .”
I was so happy. He even wished me one day, “Hope your day is filled with
happies and wonder.”
But, he had to go to Michigan. There was a ‘lull’ in the texts. I texted him to
tell him I was heading to a beach party being held by a coworker.
He said, “Cool.”
There was a mention of clouds he saw over the booths at the Kalamazoo
I sent him two photos of pretty clouds I had taken one morning and one
Then, Saturday passed, Sunday passed and I got nervous.
He had shared details of his ‘firing,’ while in his home town. He had told
me about what he had packed, including taking a kayak to Michigan, too.
I felt I knew he would contact me about his days. Nope.
I felt he might let me know about his lonely night, after the festival ended.
I know he is planning on going to Kentucky to an arts fest, so I decided to
let him off the hook. We will walk another week, don’t worry. I am busy, too.
A wonderful and warm, long message came. Philosophy and wisdom, some
really fine words sent my way. Then, he added that he needed to send
to other ‘friends’ so must not text again for awhile.
Hmmm. . .
We have come up with a conclusion, he has women friends. Melvin, Tammy
and Felda were sympathetic. How can I hope to compete with ‘groupies?’
There are many women who may like a ‘nerdy’ guy who has warm hands
and a kind heart. Especially at arts festivals you would pick him out,
full head of dark hair, 57 years old and still in good shape….
I think I may have fallen for a ‘rock star’ potter.
I blame the sensuality of Demi Moore showing Patrick Swayze how to make
a pot on a pottery wheel. The clay with the bare legs, the sexy pose with
Patrick behind Demi.
Yup! I may have lost my potter to the throngs of women who grew up with
“Ghost” and have always loved freedom speaking, poetic soft-spoken
hippie artist types.
I pull my heart out of the clay and may just step away.