After having a mediocre meal at The Cabin in Willowick for my grandparent’s wedding anniversary (63 YEARS?), I met some of the inner circle out at the West End in Lakewood for an Early Night beer (okay, two). Since I was the first there, I cram my ass into one of the seats at the bar. I ask the gentleman already seated if “this seat is taken.” Then I realize who it is…
I met “West End J” out at said bar a few weeks ago, but with moving into a new place and the craziness that has surrounded my last couple weekends, haven’t had the opportunity to meet up with him one-on-one. After a few persistant text messages and phone calls asking to meet up, he gave up. Now, I’m face-to-face with him having to explain myself. How humbling. Good thing he understood I was there to meet up with some of the girls and couldn’t give him full attention deserved. I made an official meet-up time/space for this week. There will be no backing out this time.
