Marie Pol

I enjoy talking with people and when Marie Pol asked if she could sit at my table I was happy to oblige. She is very friendly and down to earth and only 4 years younger than my mother. She tells me she also enjoys talking to new people although she readily acknowledges not everyone does.

By the time she is finished her latte we have chatted for a little while and we continue well past the duration of what most strangers would consider sufficient overlap.

I learn that she divorced twenty years ago and has been with someone else for some time now. She is the oldest of 11 children and I am the oldest of 6.

I tell her a little bit about my history only leave the transgender part out because it was not necessary.

We hope to overlap again one day perhaps in the same place; who knows.


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