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People who know me and my writings,must surely by now have accepted the fact that when the words *coffee date* appear in a blog from me they will almost immediately read the words *disastrous*, *horrifying* or *bad enough that my soul tried to crawl out my opposite ear.*
Some is so awful that I almost prefer to stay in that state of early relationship grace which exists where anything is possible and no one`s been pissed off.
But hope springs, as it does, eternal, and in the fullness of time I succumbed to the desire to meet up with a new man.
This is a mistake, I will think while dressing for the date.
*You should have left it at mails*. I usually lecture myself all the way to the coffee meet.
Why couldn't I just be happy with the interesting conversations alone, which will surely be extinguished once we meet and realize he is a big freak — or he MOST LIKELY he will decide the same about me ,more likely me, I have to say!!
It always crosses my mind to scurry away.
But before I lose my nerve ,they are always there of Just arrive as I start to get up or turn around to leave.
So this last week , I had 2 coffee meets,One with a friend
and then one .......*OH BOY*!!!!!!
An hour's worth of face-to-face conversation showed him to be as attractive in every way as I`d expected.
When at some point during the second hour he took my hand to make a point.
I wanted nothing more than for him to keep on holding it.
Where do we go from here?
I have no idea, but frankly the future matters not nearly so much as my overwhelming joy at getting through even one coffee date without wishing to go burn off my skin in a to warm shower.
He might JUST be the ONE....a NSA & FWB,
A Friend With Benefits, whom I have waited for so long????.....Jay!!!!!
We will see, We will see.......
