I got up all the courage on Thursday night (it took a couple of drinks, but hey) and texted him, asked if he wanted a beer. He said maybe later, then later he said he had too much laundry. Laundry! But, I did finally see him at hockey yesterday afternoon. This was the first time I'd seen him since he left me at the bar. We chatted while we watched the boys practice, though I still couldn't get it together to tell him the things I want to tell him and ask him the things I want to ask him. So we just made small talk. At least he was friendly but I'm disappointed with myself for not being able to do it. And, I miss him.