right?”
“Yeah, I know me too.” Wrong! I lied. I had actually been a member of five, but I wasn’t telling David that.
“I would love to meet for coffee. Maybe this time chat.”
“Sure, that would be nice.” I quickly typed back.
“This morning work for you? Say around nine?”
I took a peep at the time on my phone. It was a quarter past six and I hadn’t even been to sleep. “Nine sounds great.”
“Same place?”
“Sure same place. Meet you in line!” I added remembering he had stepped on my toes.
I said my goodbyes and quickly logged off squealing like a young girl at the top of my lungs. I was finally going to have a date with a decent man! Not like I haven’t had one before, but a handsomely nice man! One without drama and that smelled like a sweet musky soap. I was beyond excited! My psycho radar had been turned off, which proved to be a good thing, and I was actually excited about a coffee date. Coffee dates were safe, this I knew well. I have met a few men for coffee dates and was quite happy that’s all they were. Of course, I’ve met some that turned into really nice friendships too. It’s just an easy place to meet without alcohol, without the opportunity to get intoxicated, and end up saying something you’d regret. Alcohol had always been my truth serum. Anything you want to know from me, buy me a few drinks. After the second one hits my lips I will tell you anything you want to know. Yes, I’m a lightweight. All it takes is two.
Since David and I had met before, I wasn’t quite as nervous. We both knew what each other looked like, and he was quite handsome as I recall. He was taller than I, wore expensive suits, and smelled divine. Not quite Armani smelling but I remember a nice fresh smell. He was just as eager to meet me for coffee and get to know me, as I was him.
I set my alarm, took a quick nap, and met him later that morning. I arrived on time and ready for a very relaxing conversation with a very handsome man. As I approached I saw him on the sidewalk waiting outside for me. He looked even more handsome than I had remembered. Yay me!
“Hi, David! ” I squealed. A little too zealous to see him again. I had been stalking the coffee shop for days hoping to run into him, but I wasn’t sharing that little piece of info.
“Hi there. ” He opened the door for me and followed me inside. We quickly placed our order and found a nice cozy table in the corner. David’s eyes were pretty, dark and sparkly. He had just the right amount of shadow on his face to show he hadn’t shaved this morning. I loved a five o’clock shadow on a man! So sexy! How did he know? He started right in asking the typical questions, learning what he could about me; I just answered in short sentences not really sharing a lot. You know how it is though the typical interview: What do you do? What do you like? Have you ever been married? Any children? Occasionally I returned the favor and responded with a question back. He was real talkative. Almost too talkative . Everyone around us was staring and listening in. I seriously didn’t want our first official meet and greet to be shared with all the baristas. It was becoming annoying and most men just don’t talk that much. David had a lot to say like he’d had tape over his mouth for months or had been on a silent sabbatical and he needed to let the air out of his lungs!
He talked and talked for over an hour straight without taking much of a breath. When the second hour rolled around, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. If I could have snuck out the bathroom window I would have. Only there wasn’t
“Yeah, I know me too.” Wrong! I lied. I had actually been a member of five, but I wasn’t telling David that.
“I would love to meet for coffee. Maybe this time chat.”
“Sure, that would be nice.” I quickly typed back.
“This morning work for you? Say around nine?”
I took a peep at the time on my phone. It was a quarter past six and I hadn’t even been to sleep. “Nine sounds great.”
“Same place?”
“Sure same place. Meet you in line!” I added remembering he had stepped on my toes.
I said my goodbyes and quickly logged off squealing like a young girl at the top of my lungs. I was finally going to have a date with a decent man! Not like I haven’t had one before, but a handsomely nice man! One without drama and that smelled like a sweet musky soap. I was beyond excited! My psycho radar had been turned off, which proved to be a good thing, and I was actually excited about a coffee date. Coffee dates were safe, this I knew well. I have met a few men for coffee dates and was quite happy that’s all they were. Of course, I’ve met some that turned into really nice friendships too. It’s just an easy place to meet without alcohol, without the opportunity to get intoxicated, and end up saying something you’d regret. Alcohol had always been my truth serum. Anything you want to know from me, buy me a few drinks. After the second one hits my lips I will tell you anything you want to know. Yes, I’m a lightweight. All it takes is two.
Since David and I had met before, I wasn’t quite as nervous. We both knew what each other looked like, and he was quite handsome as I recall. He was taller than I, wore expensive suits, and smelled divine. Not quite Armani smelling but I remember a nice fresh smell. He was just as eager to meet me for coffee and get to know me, as I was him.
I set my alarm, took a quick nap, and met him later that morning. I arrived on time and ready for a very relaxing conversation with a very handsome man. As I approached I saw him on the sidewalk waiting outside for me. He looked even more handsome than I had remembered. Yay me!
“Hi, David! ” I squealed. A little too zealous to see him again. I had been stalking the coffee shop for days hoping to run into him, but I wasn’t sharing that little piece of info.
“Hi there. ” He opened the door for me and followed me inside. We quickly placed our order and found a nice cozy table in the corner. David’s eyes were pretty, dark and sparkly. He had just the right amount of shadow on his face to show he hadn’t shaved this morning. I loved a five o’clock shadow on a man! So sexy! How did he know? He started right in asking the typical questions, learning what he could about me; I just answered in short sentences not really sharing a lot. You know how it is though the typical interview: What do you do? What do you like? Have you ever been married? Any children? Occasionally I returned the favor and responded with a question back. He was real talkative. Almost too talkative . Everyone around us was staring and listening in. I seriously didn’t want our first official meet and greet to be shared with all the baristas. It was becoming annoying and most men just don’t talk that much. David had a lot to say like he’d had tape over his mouth for months or had been on a silent sabbatical and he needed to let the air out of his lungs!
He talked and talked for over an hour straight without taking much of a breath. When the second hour rolled around, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. If I could have snuck out the bathroom window I would have. Only there wasn’t
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