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(contd from Love in the time of Coronvirus – Part One)
I had already told the Matchmaker he could call me, so I didn’t feel I could call back and tell her I’d changed my mind. And the ‘rules’ of the contract were that he and I would arrange to meet for a 45 minute coffee and that would be that. I was supposed to call the Matchmaker afterwards to say if I wanted to pursue another meeting with this man or move on to the next match.
He called the next morning. We settled on a time to meet and he left it to me to choose the place. Having already checked him out on social media and seen where he worked, I chose a coffee shop in the mall close to his work and texted him with the details. All was set.
I was still very sceptical, and, if I’m honest, a bit nervous. But it was only 45 minutes, and it was a public place. So we met. He was waiting for me, and although I got my wallet out to pay for my tea – I don’t drink coffee – he insisted on paying.
It was a bit awkward at first – I don’t see how it can’t be in such situations – but we started talking. In my ‘other’ life, I do a bit of writing, so I’m always conscious of my characters’ body language as a way to interpret how they are reacting deep down, rather than on the surface. And ours was reserved. We were leaning back in our seats.
And then he told me something about his relationship with his kids and grandkids that really impressed me. This was definitely someone for whom family comes first.
A little while later, after chatting some more, I realised we were both leaning forward in our seats. And then he asked if I would like to go out for dinner at the weekend.
By that point, we’d been talking for almost double our allotted 45 minutes. We’d skirted a bit around politics, neither of us exactly coming out with where we stood on things, but I still had the sense we were at opposite ends of the spectrum… and that, in my head, had been a dealbreaker for me. But he was a nice guy, and the relationship he had with his kids and grandkids… well that spoke volumes about his character.
So, still a little sceptical, I said yes to dinner, and when I got home, called the Matchmaker and thanked her for making the introduction.
I still was not sure if there was anything in this…but I wanted to find out more, not just about him, but myself. Is having a man in my life – at this stage of my life, after all I’ve been through – something I want?
(to be continued)