It only took Edward 2 and a bit year to ask me out for a coffee without using work as a crutch.
A few weeks ago, he asked me to invite him for a cuppa, and when I did, he didn’t get back to me for a whole day! Who takes a day to say yes to a coffee they asked someone to invite them over to? If Edward is a bit average at expressing himself, I am the queen of not saying what I really want to say! So obviously that coffee never happened!
Edward and I both decided to ignore the fact that we had an almost coffee and neither of us could be adult enough to talk about why we just didn’t do it. We moved back to our usual pointless conversation about plants and vegetable gardens, his Philodendron Xanadu he calls Mary and my unnamed Xanadu that doesn’t love me all that very much!
Then on a Friday night while listening to the rain drops falling on the tin roof, making these joyous metallic sound, I was surfing dating sites when a thought occurred to me and I wrote to Edward – “ Tinder-swiping when drunk is so adventurous, Saturday morning should be full of surprises”. It sounded like a fun thing to say at the time!
And I think that poor humour broke the barrier so to say.
We have been chatting almost daily, and Edward likes to keep me abreast of everything he is up to in life, we share our idle dreams with each other. It is really annoying to like someone that cannot make up their mind about a coffee but insist on showing you their shopping! I am trying to listen to my heart more than my head, and the heart says if chatting to this cautious, complex man makes me smile, where’s harm in that eh?