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Lighter hearted topic: My month with 3 Dan’s!

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Last year right before I started blogging, I met three Dan’s.

My grandkids made up little chants, “Dan, Dan, the bike shop

man” for one. “Dan, Dan, the motorcycle man” for another. And

the third one we could never quite figure out what would be a good

little way to include his diverse thinking and interests.

Anyway, I met Dan who owns a bicycle shop in a nicer suburban area

at a park with his nephew and niece. He was pushing them on the

swings on a particularly warm late winter day. He started asking me

about my grandson, who I was pushing, who was three years old. I

told him he was my grandson and he was sweet enough to say I looked

“too young” to be a grandma. Micah told him, “She’s not my grandma!

She’s my Nana!”  We all laughed.

I am going to fast forward to where I am giving him my cell phone number

and he was going to call me. We ended up having one nice date. He was

also a big caller that month. We never finalized a second date, but I have

to admit I found out through a long phone conversation, he was a seriously

religious man. He also was not in the same frame of mind about politics as

I am. Dan was a nice man, but I am going to have to say I ‘blew him off’ by

being busy. I won’t call him a ‘holy roller,” but he was definitely more than

I could handle in that area!

The second man, Danny, I met downtown in my small town at a local

watering hole. It is so small, it takes “cash only!” He was younger, wearing

a black leather jacket and had a quiet nature. I did enjoy some casual dates

and our best but craziest date was going on his motorcycle all the way to

Old Man’s Cave in Logan, Ohio. I will tell you that is about a 3 hour drive

one way! One funny (now) thing that happened that killed my interest in

EVER going on a motorcycle again was while we were driving through

Nelsonville. I saw a swarm of insects, I thought, coming our way, but

guess what? They were bees!! And 3 bees were inside my helmet and while

I was tapping and tugging on Danny’s jacket trying to get him to stop

the motorcycle. He waited until he saw a little park, driving straight to

a rest room area. I could understand he thought that is why I was so

strenuously trying to get him to stop! But I was stung by those darn 3 bees!

He saw the red marks on my face and my tears as I took my helmet off. He

felt so bad and we did have some fun finding an ice cream place to cool my

face off. We also walked a bunch of times after that but I found out he was

into smoking pot and I realized I was a little too old for that again!

The last Dan, the one who is hard to label but I called him “Daniel” because

of his serious nature and so I could differentiate my strange month of dating

the 3 Dan’s. I am not making this up and if you ever were to come to Ohio,

to my town, I would have one of my three kids tell you, “Mom is not making

this stuff up!”

Daniel was out on a path in a woods that is by Blue Limestone Park in Delaware,

Ohio when I met him. He was hiking with a backpack, had a water bottle in his

hand and was holding a weird tool in his hand. I saw him from a distance and

believe it or not, I turned around and decided to retrace my steps on the path.

I did not know what or why he was looking downward nor why the tool, he

was a little off the path, and I guess I could have passed him, but my better

instincts were carried out. As I started to increase my pace going back to

where there were fishermen and the playground where plenty of parents

were supervising children, I heard him call my name! I slowly turned and

saw still an unrecognizable man. But I did stop to listen to how he knew me.

Daniel’s father had been in the nursing home I worked at for 4 years, one of

my many odd jobs in my pursuit of my final teaching job. He said I had been

a “lifesaver” for his Dad, a volunteer we called “Sarge.” And, I responded by

saying, “How do you know me and I don’t recognize you? I do remember your

father and mother, Alice, too.” He said he had stopped by one time at his Dad’s

house after Alice, his mother died and seen me getting into his Dad’s car. He

said he also had seen a picture I had painted in his Dad’s den, entitled “Alice’s

Garden.” Sarge would never take hand outs for our activity trips, if there was

a charge like for going to the Clippers baseball game, he paid it. So, after talking

to him a lot after Alice died at the nursing home, I had suggested he come volunteer

and also, that I would like to do a painting as a gift. He said, “make a beautiful

garden please where my wife in Heaven is taking care of it. You know she was

my angel.” Daniel was a coffee shop worker, a spelunker, and an Indian relic

seeker. He showed me one time cases of Indian arrowheads. He was and is a

very good friend. He has moved into my apartment building and we talk about

once a week. Although we decided to not date, we have an affinity for the memory

of his parents. He has listened to my stories of dating, my father’s death, and

my children’s lives. Strange but we just feel like “brother and sister.” Good friends

are always needed! Never can have too many.

That is the end of the month of Dan’s where only one remains in my life.