He: Oh you got here early.Intermission.
He: You should have called, come over to my place.
Me: I finished with the client early.
He: Next time, let me know.
Me: Oh, I always have a book and also I have some workshop work. Ha.
He: You could do all that in my place.
Me: Well I wouldn’t, would I. We’d be too busy talking. Ha.
Share appetizer, dinner. Talk for 4 hours over 286 coffees.
He: Come back to my place now.
Scene: His place.
Me (thinking): Gawd, he’s got my artwork on top of his stereo. Oh, look more over there on the bookshelf.
He: I love your artwork: see?
Me: I’m flattered
Me (thinking): Self: Can’t you think of something even remotely intelligent to say?
He: I’ll make tea, right?
Me: I’ll make it with you.
Intermission. Talk for another 2 hours. We never run out of conversation.
I need bathroom twice after 25 gallons of coffee and tea. He’s put out the guest towels. Sweet.
Me: I should get home, it’s late, the snow stopped.
He: I’d like if you stayed longer.
Me: I should go.
He: OK then.
Me: Driving away.
He: Waving at door.
Me (thinking): Did I miss any cues? Should I have stayed on? How does one convert a chaste kiss to something else? Was that up to me or up to him?
If it was meant to be it would have happened, right?
Thank you so much Twilight for this lovely award:
Now hung proudly in my hallway at the left.