A Recipe for Disaster

But incomplete.

You sometimes hear that phrase, and yes, at times, you can look at a situation and say, “Wow, that was sure a recipe for disaster!”

But every kitchen has that. Cabinets filled with ingredients, pilot light on the stove is burning, the refrigerator filled with food, recipe books on the shelf. Depending how you mix and cook thing, determines what you have to eat for dinner.

Last night’s ingredients are(in no specific order)
HSGF-High School Girlfriend, that I have known and loved for thirty years.
We get together for dinner, or the Reunion, every five years.
She has driven into town for the weekend, by herself.
She is staying at her dads' house, but he is away for the weekend.
I am driving into town to see her and have dinner with her.
And yes, the pilot light is always lit.

We had a really nice evening. Dinner was simple, at a nice burger place, then it was back to her dad’s house where we talked a bit about our high school days. Then we pulled out pictures of our families and got caught up on the trials and tribulations of raising kids, what our brothers, sisters, moms, dads were doing.
We had a great time.
Then it was time for me to go home. A long hug, a kiss on the cheek and off to home I go.

And that is the end of the story until we meet again in five years.


What you don’t see in the recipe book, is the ingredient where we trust ourselves not to make a move, we trust each other not to make a move. Our spouses trust us. Because you just don’t do things to jeopardize everyone’s trust. And that is the main ingredient.

And if we both were single? That is a different recipe and a different story.