I’m a writer with ADD. It’s a self-diagnosis. I go in short
spurts, flitting from café to café. I do love a strong cup of coffee and the
bustle of activity helps me feel as though I have company while working alone.
(The people watching amuses, too. No telling when or how something I observe or
overhear will find its way into a manuscript.)
But cafés are not just my writing hangouts. They are where I
typically meet guys for that first, and usually final, meet-and-greet after an
initial online dating site connection. This morning’s spot is no exception. I’ve
only been at this location of the local bakery chain once, perhaps three years
ago. Maybe four. Time flies when you’re working your way through the online
parade of gay men professing to want a relationship. (Really, I’m not so sure
what they want anymore.)
At this location, I chatted with Steve, an avid marathon
runner. He showed up in running gear. No post-run sweaty smell. Perhaps he just
wanted to be properly attired in case he needed to make an emergency exit. It
was one of those puzzling dates—nothing overtly wrong, but something not quite
right. Nice guy, but no real connection despite having surface things in
common.
He didn’t flee during coffee. Instead, he escaped a week
later. He messaged me to say he’d enjoyed our chat but had accepted a job in
Edmonton. People don’t usually leave Vancouver for Edmonton. I blame myself. (Coincidentally,
I just took a writing break and peeked at OkCupid to see who had visited my
profile of late. No joke, a certain Steve in Edmonton. What timing! Apparently,
things are no rosier in the land of black flies.)
It’s funny to have moldy coffee grinds from past dates all
over the city. At some point business owners will appeal to city council to ban
me from all establishments. Then I’ll have to learn to write on park benches or—here’s
a novel idea—from my own home.
For now, I’ll try to try to push aside foggy memories of
fizzled firsts and appreciate the ambience as I continue to write in dating
graveyards.
3 comments:
There is something to be said about graveyards... They have that certain 'je ne sais quoi' that adds allure and intrigue.
I do like cemeteries as well. Very peaceful places, filled with stories. I just prefer them when the subjects are clearly dead. :)
As always, well done, RG. Clever, poignant, and funny. I don't know how you do it.
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