Asking Andrew out for a beer or stroll doesn’t bring Stella Gray the hoped for responseOn Friday I sent Andrew an email. It said: Trying to work but appear to be distracted. Only pretending to be working. If you are similar,message back and well play truant together. A walk by the river? A bike ride? A glass of fine ale? Here’s my mobile number. No response.
I had a clairvoyant vision of Andrew in a panic, saying “Jesus, or what contain I done,giving this woman my email address?” Andrew drew in his horns. He went into emotional lockdown. On Saturday morning he came into the cafe at a purposeful stride, got his coffee and went to the soft chairs where I used to sit, or down by the window. I was up in what was now our normal corner,at a table getting varicose veins. He sat in an armchair with his back to me, drank his coffee and left.
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Source: theguardian.com