Guys, this is forever

I want to tell you about my new friends. 

I met them Monday night. 

I met David first. He loves to race. He beat me to the fence. Twice.

Lisa watched me and David run. She believes in unicorns.

Brad is shy at first, but he likes red-heads. He thinks I'm a red-head.

Michael asked me to Prom. I'm pretty excited.

Richard had me sign my name in the notebook he keeps in his pocket.

And Donald asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes.

Median age of my new friends?

 43 years old.

Number of times I wished I'd met them sooner?

2.6 times per minute.

They all live at the Medallion Manor, which is a home for mentally and physically disabled adults. I walked into the center's recreation room to find 15 or so residents sitting around the tables, paper and markers at the ready. We were supposed to make Memorial Day collages. I was standing by one of the tables looking for a red pen when I suddenly felt someone poke my side. I turned around to face a tall, gangly stranger.   

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Bekah. What's yours?"

"David." He smiled. "You have a flower in your hair (I was wearing a headband). Want to race me?"

He took my hand and led me to the door.

"To where?" I asked.

"To that fence." He pointed out beyond the basketball court. "I'll run slow so you think you're winning."

I laughed. "In that case, absolutely."

"Absolutely yes," he said.

When we were tightening our shoelaces he suddenly gasped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I forgot to tell you."

"What?"

He rubbed his nose. "I have ADHD. I can't run slow."

Ultimately, it was a close race, but David won. 

Lisa was sitting on the bench next to the door with her lavender colored unicorn shirt. She whispered to me later that I should have won. 

Girls gotta stick together.

Right after the race another man walked over to us and grabbed my hand.

"I gotta talk to you a while," he said.

"Sure."

We walked out to a little grove of trees near the basketball court. He held my hand and looked down at his shoes.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Bekah."

"I'm Donald. I gotta talk to you."

"Okay."

He scratched the top of his head and looked up at the branches above us.

"You got a boyfriend?" he asked.

"No."

He clapped his hands. "Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Sure."

He clapped his hands again. We both clapped for a while, actually. When we were done clapping I put my hands on my hips.

"But only if you treat me right," I said.

"I will."

"You'll make me feel special?"

"Yes." He crossed his heart.

"Good." I smiled. "You're hired."

He pumped his fist in the air. "Come on," he said. "Since you're my girlfriend you can listen to my i-pod."

I met Michael playing basketball. That's when he asked me to Prom. He told me he'd be my friend for ever and ever. 

When Brad came up later he carefully touched my hair when my back was turned. He said he wants to dye his hair the same color. When I told him that would make us twins he chuckled. I guess he didn't believe me.

Conclusion.

Best. Monday. Ever.

P.s. When I got home I may or may not have looked up unicorn sightings online.

Pretty sure Lisa's on to something...