Elan and I are meeting up to talk before the conference gets started. It’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other in person. She looks brilliant in her black-framed glasses.
It’s always a little weird at first, talking when you haven’t seen each other for awhile. I’m conscious of wanting to make a good re-impression.
We head over to the coffee place. I get a half-caff, she gets a drink so detailed that I cease understanding halfway through. It may have included the words “snap, crackle, pop” and “magic fairy dust.” It sounded delicious.
I think the baristo was new. Yes, pretty sure. Or maybe he was just a very quiet, possibly shy young man. He fumbled with Elan’s change.
Him – “I’ve only got ones. Do you mind if I give you all ones?”
Elan – “No, that’s fine.”
Me – “Right, no worries. We’re heading to the strip club later, so those ones will come in handy.”
Elan – “…….”
Him – “… . …”
Me – sipping my half-caff, dootie do. “Um, I was kidding.”
Deafening silence and many wide eyes. Operation Good Re-Impression = Succes!
During that pause, I was formulating whether I was up for a strip club or not? And do strippers still take singles, or would they spit in your eye for that? And maybe you weren’t serious? But what if you were serious? Should I play it cool, like strip clubs are totally in my regular repertoire?
One question, are we dancing or watching?
Like.
Laughing! 🙂
I can’t wait to attempt a good re-impression with you!
Let’s re-impression soon!!