wait… what happened

I took the subway today instead of my usual Uber, mostly because I needed to be surrounded by the chaotic anonymity of the city. March is here, and the air feels different. Lighter, somehow. My arthritis was behaving, so I stood by the doors and just people-watched. There was a girl wearing the most incredible authentic 1930s cloche hat, and I was consumed by a very specific, vintage-loving jealousy. I wanted to ask her where she found it, but my New York instincts told me to leave her alone. I got to the coffee bar early and just sat in the back room, sipping a black drip coffee and thinking. Jon asked me to go to dinner with him next week. Just the two of us. No kids. Not a co-parenting meeting. An actual date. My friends Faye and Logan think I’m out of my mind for even considering it after everything we went through, but they don’t understand the foundation we have. We met in 1998. We grew up together. I’m going to go. I’m going to wear my best 1960s mod dress, and I’m going to see what happens.