Amy Hutchison

I had one of the best nights ever a couple of Saturday nights ago.  Not for any grandiose reason.  It was actually a pretty lame Saturday night on paper.  I went with two friends to a fish fry in Fort Mill, SC, and then to a fireworks show in Rock Hill.  For so many reasons, you would be shocked (assuming you know me) that this was what I would define as one of the best nights ever.  For one, it didn't include everyone I know... and everyone they know...  and everyone they...  OK, you get the picture.  For two, I do very well avoiding having fun in the city I live in.  And for 3 (and not meaning to go back to for 1) I very rarely have fun in small groups... unless that "small group" is 2, not 3.  If you get what I'm saying.

But on this rare occasion, I had such an amazing time.  It was two friends, one of which I have known for about a year, but never really talked to, and another one, that I had known about 2 weeks.  We spent time talking about everything.  From friendships, to religion, to jobs...  I learned more about these two people than I know about friends I've had in 3 years.

I remember last summer, meeting this guy.  We tried to date, for like a split second.  It didn't work.  I pictured him as someone else from the start.  But I appreciated what we had for that split second.  We stayed up until the sun rose talking.  Just talking.  What about, I have no idea, can't remember, but it was amazing.

I miss talking.  I miss those moments of enjoying someone.  And a couple of Saturdays ago, I got a taste of what it feels like.  And it was amazing.