The guy sitting next to me on Muni this morning borrowed a pen from me and titled his journal entry with the same headline so it seemed suiting. He has no idea he made my morning and set the tone for a pretty wonderful day.

So…what’s up big guy?

I got ready this morning at a leisurely pace only to realize I was walking out the door 30 minutes ahead of schedule. I did what any normal person would do and headed to the farmers market to get more produce than I can realistically cook in a week’s time. I swear – I stock up at farmers markets like they’re going out of style. I get the usual favorites (seasonal fruit, kale, something to sauté) and then some potential new favorites (lemon cucumber, pink mushrooms). On my way back to Muni, the happiest baby I’ve ever seen is cooing over the littlest pears. I felt like not getting them would disappoint the baby so I got those too.

It’s been that strange wonderful kind of day where everyone feels connected, open and just human.

I’m still ahead of schedule so I stop and try a dark roast (I’m a light-medium fan) coffee recommended by someone who I have a standing date for a coffee brew-off with. Well, shoot. If coffee taste compatibility is a thing – I’ve got some taste acquiring to do. Does Mr. Right have to take his coffee the same way? I chatted with a girlfriend about this and she made a good point – it’s not that you take your coffee the same way, but that he knows how you take yours and vice versa.

This whole thing became bigger than coffee.

We date to eventually find someone we want to be with. But I’ve just kept on dating. My intuition hasn’t told me to settle down – really give it a go with one person. And that’s okay, I think. But maybe what I’m mistakenly looking for is someone who likes the same coffee as me instead of looking for that person who knows me well enough to appreciate our differences, make me step out of my comfort zone, and appreciate my quirks and preferences despite his own. After that first sip of a dark roast, why was I so quick to judge?

I went on a date last night with a real sweet man with gentle eyes and demeanor. Nothing wrong with that whatsoever but I could feel myself itching to go. Again, I had it made up that this wasn’t right. I had a great glass of wine in front of me, seated outside on a beautiful San Francisco evening, and yet what I wanted most was to be on my way, walking through the crisp city air. That intuition again – is it smart or is it too harsh? On my way home, I stopped by a retail shop where the guard about my age complimented my outfit. We talked about fried fish and how working at the Port of Oakland is his dream job because it reminds him of Nigeria. I was more invigorated – felt more of a connection – in our 10 minute chat than in the 120 minutes of the date.

I think I need to give online dating a rest. True, taking risks and chances is great. It’s also a shot in the dark. I love meeting people out in the wild, on an impulse shopping detour to discuss salmon versus trout.

Back to that strange-wonderful-everyone-connected-open-human thing. That’s what I want. That’s how I want to interact with the world and for the world to interact with me. So let’s get weird.