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The Weirdest Relationship I Have Ever Had

June 3, 2014

I don’t know how to explain it. It just happened, and it is like nothing else.

I don’t know Stephen’s last name. I only have the vaguest idea where he lives.

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was doing the grocery shopping for my folks early one Sunday morning. I almost bumped into this guy wearing a Dodgers hat, and I said something about the Dodgers, and he said “Oh, I don’t like baseball. But the hat was free.”

And that was it. From the very first moment we started talking, he was like the oldest friend. We talked for about 20 minutes and then parted ways.

About six months later, I saw him again, and after a brief moment of surprise, took up right where we left off.

It has been that way ever since. Every six to nine months, I run into him somewhere and we catch up with each other’s lives. It’s almost never the same place. I have seen him at Farmer’s Market once, at restaurants, stores…today was in the Lowe’s Hardware parking lot.

We talked about my work, his wife’s cancer (serious), how we had both lost weight, anger management, parents dying…like the oldest of friends.

We have a connection, forged from…what? Merely the thinnest of threads – the willingness to speak to a stranger and the miracle of finding out another person who will stop and let words flow between you for a few minutes. It’s the rarest of relationships. I don’t want anything from him, and he doesn’t want anything from me, other than these few minutes that happen without a plan.

After about 15 minutes, we parted again. I still don’t know his last name. I don’t have his phone number. I don’t know when or where I will see him, but I’m pretty sure we will meet again.

“I’ll see you in another six months or so in a parking lot,” I called to him.

A guy in a pickup truck regarded us curiously. Yeah, buddy, I thought. It is curious, isn’t it?

  1. Gretchen permalink
    June 4, 2014 03:58

    This kind of story gives me hope for… something. I don’t know. Connections beyond what we know or something. Thank you.

    • June 9, 2014 10:06

      We’re all just humans, doing our human thing. It’s just rare to find someone you connect with so immediately, but very pleasant.

  2. June 4, 2014 06:47

    That’s the best story. Love it.

  3. June 4, 2014 06:55

    I love this so much, Sue. My dad talks to strangers everywhere, all the time. He’s never met a stranger. I love, love, love that about him. It’s one of the things I wish I would have inherited from him. So keep talking to strangers. Because introverted ones like me WILL respond, we just won’t initiate. 🙂

    • June 9, 2014 10:05

      I am both an introvert and interested in people…it’s a funny combo.

  4. June 4, 2014 08:13

    It sounds lovely!

    • June 9, 2014 10:04

      It is funny. Every time I meet him, I think I should get his real info, but then I never do.

  5. cindymaddera permalink
    June 6, 2014 07:31

    I love this connection.

  6. June 18, 2014 19:23

    I absolutely love this. There’s a reason you keep finding each other.

  7. June 20, 2014 04:39

    I do this all the time. Mostly I get odd looks, but occasionally, I make really good friends. People are fascinating, every one of them, and when you find one who’s willing to take a chance, it all pays off. I’m pretty sure if we met in a parking lot, we’d be besties PDQ!!

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