Fast Forward

Fast forward to today. I met LB for lunch at a trendy brewpub in the downtown west end, her pick, which happened to be one of my crowd's favourite watering holes back when we were still scheming how to get served without valid ID. I had chased her down and she is as busy as I am but I just knew there was something there from that one convo we had that day and I was not to be disappointed. Except for a quick hello at one campaign event I had not seen or spoken to her since that time we met and canvassed together last year. But she put me at ease right away. And she knew everything I was going to tell her before I could even annunciate it, it was uncanny. I even told her the ice cream story and it was not like I telegraphed it to her but she saw it coming when I started and what that made me realize, along with a few other clues I picked up on, was that this just gets better, because if I stick with this it will not be long before I am less fascinated by cheeky stories about buying ice cream for cashiers and more focussed on how I can grow into the next level that I know I am capable of.