We had a couple single guys over for dinner one night--one older, the other, younger.
The older one brings me treasures from flea markets and yard sales sometimes. Or stacks of cut wood in the winter. When the treasure is big, and has to come down the mountain in his truck, as long as I have advance notice, he's always invited to stay for dinner. The younger is just someone we've wanted to have over, and it was the right time.
I cleaned a little around the house, clipped a few hydrangea blooms to fill a glass pitcher, and fixed Mexican food.
One of the men brought ice cream, and the other helped feed the baby, so I could be hostess (and eat my dinner, too). Afterwards, we played Phase 10 (a card game). As the evening progressed, we got to know each other.
"I thought you were an only child," I said.
"No, I have three sisters and a brother," he replied.
"At this certain lake, it looks like something you'd see in Europe," he told us.
"I lived in Germany, and visited Austria and Switzerland where the lakes are mirrors to the mountains beyond--a perfect reflection," I explained.
"I didn't realize you were a man of such complexity," he told my husband. "I've always been interested in bonsai, and had no idea you do that."
"You should hear him preach," I said.
"And how do you make the sign for...?" my daughter asked.
"Like this," he said (the man who has a deaf son).
"There are videos at the library that teach sign language," he informed us.
More conversation. More turns in the game.
Then the time came for the one to bid us "farewell". He thanked us for the hospitality, and then said, "I feel so connected now."