We Have NOTHING in Common

"We have NOTHING in common. That's probably why I'm mad about you."
I had lunch with a 76 year old friend. We disagreed on most everything; Hillary and Bernie, credit union and banks, car size, pronouns, you name it!
I hadn't seen him in over four years; when he left San Francisco for some town in south central Oregon. He now thinks the democrats are shooting themselves in the foot (they should be listening to Sanders), hates credit unions (he banks with CHASE... yuck), and drives around in a Mercedes SUV electrical hybrid with a vanity plate that has a magical word on it.
He uses Fae has his pronoun and thinks transgender folks need more rights and more protections. We both agree that the supreme court made a(n) horrific error with Roe v Wade. I haven't liked the supreme court in a long while and now we have that former a**h*le 45 for making it look like the way it's set up now. DISGUSTING.
We did talk about some things that we have had in common. Neither of us had the LTR that we might have wanted. We both have had close connections with the spiritual and with the religious orders (never meeting on common ground, of course). We have both loved and been loved... just not in that every day sort of way that you want with that special someone with whom you want to grow old(er) with together.
I asked him what he had wanted to eat and he asked for Chinese food. Of course, our Chinese food is NOT like the Chinese food of his New York City memory (even though he's been gone from NYC since the mid '70s). The egg foo young was too puffy and dry (they put the sauce on the side), and the chow mein looked like pasta with little or no vegetables. I was stuffed and we are both watching our weight. Nothing like ordering enough food for 5 when you are only 2. I took home a doggy bag.
I never asked him why I was never the one. If I wasn't someone's 'one', I generally didn't want to know the reason why. What if it were an attribute (your nose is too big, you're too fat), or if it were something that you say or the way you say it (kawfee tawk), or because you're white (just not my kind of white). Sometimes the chemistry is just not there.
In any event, we also have different HIV statuses, have different opinions about what the meaning of art is, and deal with forgiveness differently. Still, I do love walking with him and hearing about his life and he seems to feel the same way.
So I'm glad we got together for a day in Venice, a visit to the SOAP PLANT, and a late lunch for food in Chinatown.