You thought it was just going to be lunch… but here we are, opening the front door to your house. the meal was good, but not great; however, the wine was delicious. You apprehensively open the door, and pause… thinking about asking me to wait outside as you retrieved the book you told me I could borrow, but felt that would be dramatic. What’s the worst that could happen?
This all started with a conversation about This American Life, which morphed into our adolescent opinions of the Confederacy of Dunces, and finally meandered to this years issue of The Best American Non-required Reading. You had 2012’s anthology, and I cleverly took advantage of that to insist that I have to borrow it. So here we are.
Two people, desperate to sit down, after walking all day in Boston.
A chance meeting at a cafe with only one free table…
our impromptu date was a coincidence, but you can not deny the attraction.