The Lunch

Lunch, apart from the fact that it's an hour where you could fill your tummy, is also a time for you to get to know someone better.

I was getting cold feet over lunch with P. I almost wanted to pull out, but he said it's ok and that we should meet. The only thing was that he's had a heavy breakfast and said that he'll watch me eat instead.

Over lunch, conversation flowed around my doings, if I liked work at the continent (while hearing him moan about his). Was telling him that working for the magazine proved something in me and I wished it was something more long-term and better paying. He then went on to discuss about the need to acquire more knowledge in the field that I wrote about.

On new discoveries, I think he seems to be rather reserved. I'm not sure was it because I said the wrong thing, or he's too tired (as I found out later). He seemed to cherish a first love about his occupation which he's obviously not fulfilled at the current job. Yet he hesitates to name it.

I mean, I don't expect confidences at this lunch, but it seems to me that he's in a terrible hurry to get back to office.

I have to admit I'm a little disappointed, but to keep my foolish heart from straying off track, I did pray that the lunch will be an edifying one between me and him. And it was, and it yielded some answers. One thing I did like about him was that no matter how tired he was, he still took time to listen and respond.

It was such a charming difference from all the other fellows that I've dated. There is a great sense of comfort during lunch that made me forget about many things.

Like me, he too, is going through his own seasons of his life, assessing whether this is the time to do some things, and not others.

May it be that both of us wisely recognise the seasons that we are in, and learn to glory in and make full use of them, with God's help.