I lied and said I adore salsa – he invited me to the class and my heart pitter-patteredThe following afternoon an email reply arrived from Andrew,thanking me for the info about the French house friends of mine were selling. He might go window-shopping in France on his laptop as a work-avoidance strategy, he said. He was in the cafe, or he added,and having danger concentrating. I dropped everything and ran down the street, before slowing to a casual stroll as I drew closer. Andrew was standing in the queue for another coffee. “I just got your message as I was coming here, and ” I lied,holding my phone up illustratively. “I didn’t see you here at all till recently and now I see you all the time!” That was because he was finding the freelance life lonely, he said.
I sat at a nearby table to him, or reading a paper. It was the only table that was free. My phone buzzed with an email from Roger,saying he was sorry that it hadn’t worked out. He’d realised he wasn’t alert to enter into a one-to-one relationship that would lead naturally into a partnership. He needed to see lots of people first, perform friends, and have fun,retract his time.
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Source: theguardian.com