Years ago, I found pleasure in belonging to a local Civil War Round Table. Once a month we would gather for dinner and then enjoy a presentation by a scholarly individual. I wasn’t as interested in military tactics and equipment as I was in the actual people. I found it fascinating that both sides, not just soldiers but citizens too, felt they were ordained by God. I found their sacrifice and ingenuity inspiring. In time I let my membership to the group lapse. Life changed with divorce, loss of employment and a move. Recently when my friend and her husband offered to treat me to dinner prior to attending a presentation related to local Civil War history, I was more than happy to accept. I was reminded of a time that I enjoyed, now committed to memory.

The location holds its events in a barn rather than the house that is the actual museum. Parking is in a stone laden lot and it appeared to be filling up quickly that evening. We parked and as I exited the car, I began to converse with a man who was parked next to us. We spoke as we made our way on the path to the barn. I found this gentleman attractive and conversation came easily. In that short period of time we found commonality. He opened the door for me as I knew he would. When we moved into the barn, we parted ways. The seating was arranged in rows of three seats, separated by an aisle. As I was attending with friends, we naturally sat together. I wondered, if I had come alone as I often do to events, would this gentleman and I sit together. Would we have continued to engage in conversation? I realize I am putting a lot on this total stranger. It could be he is married and his wife doesn’t enjoy history, heaven forbid we belong to different political affiliations or maybe he is an ax murderer. I was surprised by my thoughts. I am independent and not in the market for a relationship. It is very rare for me to entertain a “what it” scenario.

In all fairness, I will admit that in the early stages of being divorced, I looked online for dating material. I thought that was the acceptable thing to do. After twenty-six years of marriage I found that dating had greatly changed. It continues to bother me that you are expected to pay for a subscription in order to meet someone, yet I gave it a try. I did meet someone and we had progressed to the stage of talking by phone. I am sure he was a very nice man but his slaughter of the English language made me wince. After a dozen years of parochial school, his disregard for proper grammar was too much to take. Much later, I waded into the pool of online dating again. I was beginning to chat with a man that was a professional, held a high office in a civic group and enjoyed travel. I was open to getting to know him better until I found him with another profile that had glaring discrepancies from the original one. In both I realize he might have left out something important. Most likely he was an ax murderer. I pulled my profile and that marked the last time I entertained meeting someone online.

You might think I am exaggerating about my disinterest in dating, but it hasn’t been something I have focused on for the past 20 years. One of my brothers, a musician, had lived an hour and half away from me. His band had a job booked close to my home and I was looking forward to hearing him play. It was a rare opportunity. It happened to be a Sunday night singles dance. I was familiar with the location and the dances. I wasn’t sure if they were held weekly or monthly but I knew this one night I would be there. I took a seat up front, close to the band. My focus remained on my brother and his fellow band members. At one point a man came over to me and asked me to dance. I think I responded with an incredulous look. No, I didn’t want to dance, I was there to hear the band. Now in hind sight I realize he might have been more shocked than I was by my response.

Now you have heard all my confessions, there is one more. The man attending the presentation will never know that he is held in high regard. His conversation had me think companionship might be enjoyable. Job well done! With a smile on my face I will return to reality.