Yesterday afternoon I was thinking of a man I know in a vague kind of way. He is a performer who always makes me laugh. I wanted to get in touch with him to find out more about his work. But I didn’t have his email info and I wondered how I could reach him.
Soon after thinking about him, my partner in crime and I went to the city to see a one-person show. First we planned to have dinner. He wanted Chinese food, so I suggested a place that was about five blocks from the theater.
We ordered. I had cold sesame noodles and he had calamari with mixed vegetables. The restaurant was relatively empty at the early hour of 6pm, but then a couple of men sat down. One looked familiar.
Before leaving the restaurant, I used the restroom. When I came out, the familiar-looking man was next in line. He said, “Hi.”
I said, “I was thinking of you a couple of hours ago and wondering how I could get in touch with you. And here you are!”