Sometimes life is funny. In December, I went on a couple of dates with a woman, Susan. Nothing earthshaking, but it seemed promising, at least from my perspective. We met at a neighborhood coffee shop, Spider House, despite the fact that she was loyal, she said, to a different neighborhood coffee shop, Little City.
January came and went with no communication from her except something like “I’ve been really busy, I’ll let you know when I’m available.” I decided this was probably one of those “I’m trying to blow you off with out being mean about it” lines, but wasn’t certain.
Tonight I stopped by Spider House to have a cup of coffee and read a bit, and I felt wry amusement to see Susan there, apparently on a date. I tried to avoid being seen–no point in making things awkward for her.
Anyhow, I’m pretty certain now. I don’t mind being blown off, I’d just rather people be more honest about it.