|Rehoboth Avenue, Rehoboth Beach Easter Sunday April 8, 2012|
Sunday evenings I used to dine with friends at the Purple Parrot in Rehoboth Beach. That was a few years ago. I started that mini-tradition when a friend, whose 32 year old relationship had recently ended, told me he was uncomfortable dining alone. I told him that I would go out with him to keep him company. I like to dine out. Bill, my spouse does not.
I don't like to dine out alone either (I remember so well the scene in "The Lonely Guy" with Steve Martin - that was me!) so dining out with friends was a win-win situation.
My friend and I used to meet at the Purple Parrot in Rehoboth. Soon other friends joined us. The next hint we knew we had a tradition. We would meet almost ever Sunday night in the off season (forget dining out in Rehoboth during The Season when Rehoboth is overrun with the touristas). We had great fun.
|A few years go when we used to meet every Sunday night at "The Feathered One." No more|
Then my friend decided he didn't want my company any more. To this day I'm not quite sure why because he never explained it to me. I think he was trying to save money. He also got a job in town just down the street from the Purple Parrot so his need to dine out was gone. I wasn't needed anymore. He had all the social exposure and interaction he needed without the security blanket of me keeping him company so he wouldn't look like a loser dining alone.
Then there was the one time I blew up at him because I got tired of his snippy comebacks. I'm a firm believer that if you give me enough snippy comments I'll throw them right back in your face and see how you like it. He didn't like it. Bullies never do. That was probably the beginning of the end of our somewhat fragile friendship, if there ever was one.
Many times after that I attempted to arrange dinner dates but he always had an excuse to not go. Finally I gave up. It takes me awhile but I can take a hint...eventually. I was not wanted. No longer needed. Rejected. This wasn't the first time in my life I've been rejected and it certainly won't be the last time. One would think that one would get used to rejected but I'm here to tell you it hurts just as much the 100th time as it does the first time. So I took the only course of action left to me and I walked away from what I thought was a friendship. My mistake.
This morning Bill noticed another former friend's car over at one our neighbor's house. I looked and sure enough, the car belonged to my long time friend from Pennsylvania who I went to school with lo these many years ago. Our friendship had also fallen by the wayside some years ago over some minor friendship infraction of what exactly I forget now. He lost his friend/partner a few years ago. He was alone now. He was staying at our neighbor's house who had lost his partner of 40 years ago six months to this day.
I'm at the age now where I'm just too tired to carry grudges. It just takes too much effort. So I told Bill I'm going over and see what he was doing at our neighbor's house.
I knock on the door. He comes to the door and is of course surprised to see me. I invited myself in. He knew I lived in the same neighborhood but wasn't sure. We had a two hour visit. I found out he is dog-sitting our neighbor's dogs.
|Friend at the door after I knocked|
We caught up on old times and new times. Before I left we agreed to go out for dinner at the Purple Parrot tonight. I just returned from our dinner. We had a very pleasant evening.
OLD friends at the Purple Parrot waiting for our food!
Rehoboth wasn't crowded. The weather was perfect. The food was good. The service, well it was slow but we'll overlook that. Everything couldn't be perfect.
|A walk on the deserted boardwalk in Rehoboth after dinner|
What was nice was having dinner on a Sunday night in Rehoboth Beach with a real friend.
|Me with the bench all to myself on the boardwalk in Rehoboth this evening|
Thank you Ed.
|My friend Ed who can see past my imperfections and accept me as I am as I accept him - no fair-weather friend here|