Dorky? Yes. Honest? Yes. A Rave.

I really like my New Walking Buddy a lot. We'll call her Ruby. She's my age, single (like me), working as support staff (like me), worried about raising rent costs and having to move soon (like me), dyslexic (like me), feeling a bit conflicted about her relationship with her mother (like me), black (not like me), and from Texas (again, not like me).

I liked my Old Walking Buddy too. She had to cancel often; I liked her anyway. But I didn't relate to her at all. We came from such different places, and our lives are lived differently.

Ruby and I talk and whatever one of us says, the other says some version of "Oh my God - ME TOO!" Yesterday I admitted to her that I cried at work. Today she asked me how everything went, and I recapped my day in five minutes and then asked how her day went. Ruby made a funny face, and then admitted she cried at work today! Must be something in the air. When we parted at the end of our walk, we wished each other good luck on not crying at work tomorrow. Amen.