A week ago, a cute guy interrupted his grocery-store-tasked-phone-conversation to say “hello” to me noting that he recognized me from Peet’s Coffee earlier in the day. So today, I was at Peet’s again along with all the other regulars. Bible Bob (the guy who hit on me over a year ago and then got into a disagreement with me on Prop 8) was there too. I wasn’t happy to see him but I was happy to see Java Joe.
This time, it was me who bid the greeting, asking if he was the “guy from Safeway.” I know, bad line but I don’t do this sort of stuff everyday. I’m not sure if I’d get good at if I did. Well, neither Java Joe nor I left Peet’s empty-handed but neither of us left with a phone number or email either.
Mark says that the best coffee is slow brewed (or something like that). His words come with a heartfelt attempt to humor me and ease my frustration with my slow moving love life. I don’t know if slow is even the right word.
In the meantime, correspondence with the pilot has continued. Perhaps a sign of how much time he spends away from home, or perhaps just a sign of how non-tech-driven his life is: there are DAYS between emails. MANY DAYS! If this was a chase, I’d have time to stop to tie my shoelaces AND stretch. I might even have time for a manicure too. It’s hard to get enthusiastic with the communication pattern.
On the upside, he finally got the courage to ask me out. I waited a couple of days to respond. It’s not like he’s gonna miss my email anyway. He want’s to meet for lunch and asked me to pick a good restaurant in my area. Of course, I had no idea. I don’t go out you know. That was why I called Mark in the first place. Well, that and to get razzed and enjoy a few good laughs. We did all of that as I looked at the menu of Mark’s recommendation and commented on the prices. I could almost hear Mark shaking his head as he reminded me that this was a date and that these prices really weren’t bad (it just wasn’t McD’s dollar menu.)
Honestly, I’m a little nervous about meeting the pilot. I just have no idea what to expect. No Idea AT All.