Last night I mentioned to my friend, Phil, that I planned to go to Fiore’s for fish. He was also going. Although we were going separately we decided it would be nice to be at the same table.

He called me about 15 minutes after I thought he’d arrive. (I was waiting for him.)
He’d mis-placed his car keys and couldn’t find them. I drove back to his house and picked him up and took him to Fiore’s.

Our dinner was pleasant. I was home (after dropping him off) at 8:00.

As he said, he thinks of me almost like a “sister.” That’s fine with me. I like him but certainly not romantically.

He’s definitely having problems walking so might not go to the dance tomorrow (Sunday) night. But we all enjoy his company so hope he makes it.