K and I knew one another from law school. She was a year ahead of me, so I saw and communicated with her even less than with my average law school classmate turned Facebook friend. She's been nice to me, though, ever since I can remember knowing who she was. It hasn't gone unnoticed or unappreciated. Today, she continued on with her nice ways, inviting, and then footing the bill, for me to have lunch with her near where she works in downtown Minneapolis. I could easily be wrong, but I think it was my first experience with a food truck. The food truck experience wasn't what I imagined it would be, but I feel that way about most things in life, so my underwhelming food truck review really shouldn't carry much weight.
K was on her lunch break, so we didn't have a ton of time together. That was perfectly alright with me, though, since I'm going for quality over quantity with this whole thing. When meeting with a Facebook friend, I rarely have a script, specific plans, or rigid questions that I've prepared. I just show up, meet with somebody, and see what happens. If we've only got an hour, then we've only got an hour. And I enjoyed our hour. As it had been with many of my Facebook friends before this project began, 60 minutes is probably more time than I had spent with K in all of our previous interactions combined, so I'm not complaining.
The best part of it all, though? The ending. Not because I desperately wanted to get away from her and / or find the nearest urinal, but because, less than two minutes after we'd parted ways, K sent me a message. Five simple words. To her, they might have just been something you say after you've met with somebody for lunch. Good manners, perhaps. To me, though, they made me think that, yeah, people may actually care about what I'm doing and that the Facebook friends I'm meeting up with aren't having a terrible time while I'm happily oblivious. Today, those five words meant the world to me.