Elephant-free

Last night, I had dinner with a couple of new friends, the other guitar teachers with whom I worked a few weeks ago. There were a few things about that week we wanted to discuss, but mostly it was just a friendly get-together. I really like those women, so I'm glad that J, the organized one among us, suggested we meet up.

I had time to kill between end of counselling and dinner, and J's house was kind of on my way to the restaurant, so I rang her up and offered to give her a lift. I went to her house, and we hung around for a bit just chatting. Then we went to the restaurant, where we were soon joined by our friend, S.

I had a great time. I'm glad the company was good, because the service at that restaurant is very slow. At least the food was good when it finally arrived. Meanwhile, we talked about all kinds of things—music, school, jobs, life.

Now, I worked closely with J and S for a week. We met in advance to discuss plans, and we spent several hours together last night. In my experience, when I work closely with someone (as I sometimes did in school), if they have not sussed me out before, they do eventually. I blend pretty well, but not that well. J is also a Facebook friend. But neither J nor S has ever asked me about my status, and I have never brought it up. They treat me like a friend. It's funny. I don't know if either of them wants to ask me, and sometimes I want to say that I'm not sensitive about the subject, at least with friends, but of course I'm not going to bring it up.

The thing is, though, there's no tension. So with the right people, at least, not only is the elephant not in the room. That pachyderm has left the building.

I gave J a lift home, and When I dropped her off at her house, she said she'd like to get together again. So would I. If there's one thing that will get me away from this computer and out of my isolation, it's the opportunity to create in-person friendships.