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"Company where I work, this is Heather, how can I help you?"
"It's me, Elliot. I wanted to pick a place to give you back your jar."
(Is that what the kids are calling it these days?)
"I'm happy to assist you with that. Will you please hold?"
(Duck into an unused exam room, shut the door, then pick the line.)
"Ok, I'm back. I can always just meet you at the bike rack tomorrow. I mean, you don't have to go to any trouble."
(What?! Why are you saying that?! You want to see him! Don't you dare chicken out! Please say you still want to go out. Please say you still want to go out. Please say you-)
"No, no, you brought me a drink, so you have to let me get one for you."
"Fair enough. Where and when?"
"Tonight after work? Around 6? I was thinking CoffeeBux but now I am curious about going to a juice bar..."
"That sounds great. How about the juice cart outside of People's in SE?"
"That sounds good. Ok, see you later?"
"Looking forward to it." (Why did I say that?! What if he really just wants to give me the jar?! But no. He wanted to talk to me. He said so. Besides, I could be just looking forward to juice, right?)
"Bye." (Why does hearing him say something as simple as "Bye" make me melt?!)
(Open the exam room and almost bump into the two co-workers standing outside waiting for me.)
"What was that about? Is it your Mom?" (She looks worried. Everyone at the office is familiar with my parents' health problems.)
"Oh, no. No. Just a patient. No worries."
"Then why did you go in the exam room?"
"I left something in there, earlier."
"In the exam room?"
"Yes, it was this." (picks up a year old exam room magazine, rumpled and missing it's cover)
"Um, yes, it's fascinating." (Phone rings. Saved by the bell!) "I'd better get that."
(Later. Outside the co-op sitting on a carved wooden bench and sipping our green drinks. I'm shivering. Not sure if it is the wind, the cold drink, or him. It is probably him.)
"So you have this kind of stuff all the time?"
"I try to. I mess up a lot. But I try to eat healthy now. It's not about being perfect, just about doing your best, you know?"
"Totally. I agree. Oh, I read the books you told me about..."
"Oh great! Which ones?" (I recommended about 6 books and a few websites to him a few days ago.)
"All of them." (All of them?!) "I'm a fast reader. I like to read." (he says, sheepishly.)
"I guess so! I like to read too! Well, what did you think?"
"It's fascinating. I am going to do more research to see if it can benefit my patients."
"I definitely think it could. There are healing stories all over youtube. I know people personally who have lost 100's of pounds, cured "incurable" conditions, diabetes, cancer..."
"That's great. I'd need to see imperical data, not just anecdotal..."
"Sure. Although doesn't it just make sense that vastly increasing phytonutrients, antioxidants, fiber, and micronutrients has to be beneficial in a country where it's estimated that 80% of illness may be diet and lifestyle related? But I have a few more books for you..." (Point him to China Study, Dr. McDougal's work, Physicans For Science In The Public Interest, etc)
"Wow. You sound like you're the doctor."
"Sorry. I've just done a lot of research. We can talk about something else."
"Are you kidding? It's great. But maybe we can walk around a little? It's getting cold."
"I know somewhere that's really pretty, just a few miles from here..."
"Great. Should we go in my car?"
"What, not a bicycle built for two?" (so. relieved.)
"Just a Prius, I'm afraid."
"Priuses are good. Pree-eye? Anyway, this is one of my favorite places, the Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden. The views are beautiful there..."
"The view is very beautiful right here." (oh my goldfish he did not just say that. my whole face flushes hot and I know I am turning 5 shades of pink.)
"Aw. That was a sweet thing to say!"
"I'm a very sweet guy. Ask anyone."
(I believe it, Elliot. I do believe that.)
To be continued...