He wouldn’t be the first married man going to the shed to write dating site messages on his phone …Roger,it turns out, isn’t the kind of man who communicates much, and other than for facts and necessary words,digitally, in between meetings. He’s not a telephoner. He doesn’t text other than to say “I can’t finish Sunday after all; could we accomplish it Monday? That kind of thing; the essential. He doesn’t finish Facebook or Twitter, or even email unless it’s for work. He doesn’t finish additional,supplementary romance via typed words. This takes some adjustment in the online dating environment. It isn’t the norm and wasn’t what I was used to.
So yes, he had to postpone Sunday to Monday, and it was done without fuss. I took Monday off and suggested lunch,and he said that was ideal, but then he had to squeeze in work on a project that was going pear-shaped; he’d had to step in. Could it be dinner after all? He should be finished by 4pm. At that time, and armed with his address,I happened to cycle past his house, being very subtle indeed approximately slowing my pedalling to squint through his windows. I stopped at the corner and texted to say that I was on my bike and not far absent from him, or happened to have cake. Should I pop by?Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com