No, I'm not going to write about the Disney ride.

I go through phrases, where I attempt to go out and put myself out there so to speak. I go on dates, and I run around like some sort of horse on heat. Certainly it's entertaining for anyone watching, but not necessarily for me. It doesn't really get me anywhere, but I think that everyone needs something that they aren't great at.

Well, I've been going through one of those phrases recently. Of course, me mentioning it will mean I will be back to normal by the time I finish writing this post.

I got a phone call a couple of weeks ago, from someone that I worked with in the city. We've barely spoken to each other for about three years (short emails mainly), so I thought that it was for a general catchup.

During the course of the conversation, she mentioned the reason why she thought that she would contact me. It seems, that she had just befriended someone from her work that reminded her of me. I said, so that means she's witty, charming, good looking and a damn fine dancer. Not really, was the response, actually more like northern irish, funny, and too nosey for their own good.

I really should get a better class of friends, but at least she thinks I'm funny!

For some reason she moved the conversation onto my relationship status. Yes, I know that I was being setup. Look, if you were me, you wouldn't have any problems taking a date like that. Now would you? Some of my best dates have been blind, she'd bring the dog, and I the stick.

So, I arranged that we would meet up by the half price ticket booth at Leicester Square last Friday evening. A simple guideline of dating, always go somewhere busy on the first date. The information I had consisted of her name, and that she was slightly smaller than me with longish curly brown hair.

I got there a little bit early as is my habit, and waited to see who or what would turn up.

Suddenly I heard this voice saying, "Emmett, I can't believe that it's you". This woman appeared in front of me and hugged me for all she was worth. I returned the hug more gingerly thinking to myself what was going on.

Alright, I should really backup for a second. How did she know who I was? Well, it did take me a second to recognise her, but I did go out with her best friend for over a year.

It wasn't as if we were close. What teenager likes the person who suddenly appears and takes all their best friend's attention from them? The penny should have dropped sooner, I should have recognised the name, but I didn't. Who would have thought that something like this would have happened.

It must have been about sixteen years since we had last saw each other. I haven't really changed much, a bit fatter, and some gray hair. We thought that the last time we would have talked would have been at the funeral. We talked about how we handled things and how our lives had moved on.

It brought home to me, how little I thought about about other people when I was a teenager. For a long time I thought that my pain was the worst in the history of man. Sitting across from me was someone of my age, who went through exactly the same thing. We spent the whole evening talking about someone who wasn't there.

For those of you not religious, during the last couple of days we have had both all saints day and all souls day. At this time of year we remember those people we know who have gone before us. It was erie how I would have such a strange conversation just before then, to really focus my mind.

Even stranger, was of all the people I could have gone out with for an evening. That it was, who it was.

Bye for now

Bye for now