last night i had dinner and conversation with an old friend and a new friend. more conversation than dinner in the three hour time span.
since i was meeting her for the first time there were definite anxious insecurities prior to the meeting. will she like us, will we like her, will she think we're dumb, will our personalities mesh. so many uncertainties.
things were perfectly normal, and i realized towards the end that meeting was successful and all my worries were in vain because of one phrase. "one time..." i realized the phrase one time had come out of each of our mouths many times, because we wanted to reveal to each other who we are, in order to be more endearing to the other. one time allows us the opportunity to give others a peek into our souls. ultimately i think we each succeeded...but there's always that damn insecurity that creeps in...
one time is a good sign. it's the bridge that takes you from new friend to old friend and at times it felt like best friends. it's nice to meet and be around people that you are comfortable with and you don't mind sharing the intimate details of your openly raw life with over enfrijoladas and salsa.