Bingo

I've been going to bingo regularly since I arrived.  There are a group of 6 women who have befriended me, and they save me a seat every week.  They're always happy to see me, which I don't take personally.

 They're about sick of each other, and I'm the "new kid" on the block, and therefore a good diversion.  They can't understand that I live in Massachusetts but not in Boston.  Not even near Boston. 

This week was my final bingo night.  The Ladies yelled at me the whole time, because I'm leaving.  Literally, not one nice word was said. 

"Why would you go back there, it's snowing, I heard it on the news.  Don't be stupid"
"It's so much nicer here, stay a little longer, what are you, stupid?"

It went on like this the whole time.

I felt the love.

                                        Elizabeth Update


I was right on time to meet Elizabeth, figuring she'd need some moral support, and I was all ready to cheer her up.  I was going to dust off my rusty social work skills, and become a combination of an empathic professional, and a sistah-friend.

Wrong.

It seems that the guy responded to our message, and they agreed to meet for coffee.  They met in a public place (good girl Elizabeth) and had a really nice time.  They talked for 2 hours.
Unfortunately, the guy lives in Colorado and Elizabeth lives in Massachusetts.  But they plan to continue corresponding and if they both come to Florida again, they'll meet for more coffee (and maybe a donut!).


Don't you just love a happy ending?