Had a sparkling conversation with Margaret last night, for an hour and a half. The first time we’ve spoken since 2000 or so, though our paths may have crossed once or twice in 2001. Nothing was the same between us after the break-up. For some reason, I was seriously hung-up on her in a major way. I was a different lad, then. Thinking back on it, that fact is obvious, and I’m glad for it. Now, years later, we enjoyed an amusing conversation about the past, present, and future; about dancing, music, movies, Montreal, grad school and careers. And relationships, of course. From the sound of it, after a literal slew of short relationships, she’s settled down quite a bit. Conversely, in my case, one long and serious relationship, and now single and swinging (well, swing-dancing anyway). It was nice to connect again, even briefly over a phone. Time really does heal all wounds, and bridges never really burn.
Last night, my version of courage: “Here’s my number. Give me a call if you want to hang out, anytime.” No exactly a, “So can I get your number so I can call you for hot monkey love?” But, you know, baby steps, baby steps.