Place and Time

Unlike most guys who play the "wait 3 days to call her" game, he called me the next night.
 
He had a thick accent, and I couldn't hear him because he was driving and the car was loud. But, again, he sucked me right in with his kindness and warmth. Innocently enough, he asked me what I had done last weekend.

Oh boy, this meant I'd have to tell him my big, heavy family drama...on the other hand, if he stuck around for it, he was definitely a keeper. I told him that my dad had been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer a few months earlier and was given 2 months to live. That weekend I had flown home to be with my dad.

Hmmm...he was still listening...And, even better, he started talking (something most guys aren't capable of). For an hour, we discussed the value and importance of family, the meaning of life, spirituality, death. We completely bypassed, "What's your sign," and went straight for the good stuff.
 
Despite making a great connection, I still said we should just be friends.