If we were on a coffee date, I'd txt you and ask your order. Unless you're one of my regular dates, then I'd probably have it saved in your contact information. #importantinfo
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask how your week's been.
If we were on a coffee date, you might give me a short recount of the events, but I'd dig a little deeper.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask how your heart is. Like for reals.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you I've recently been re-inspired to cut the crap and get in people's worlds. Not that I didn't wanna be there all along, but nerves get me. Pretty easily.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd confess I'm a lot more afraid of what people think of me, than I'd like to admit. I think about how you'll respond or react. I don't like talking about possibly offensive things or touchy subjects, not because I don't feel passionately about them, but because I don't want to hurt your feelings. But we live in a world where it feels like everything could be taken as demeaning, attacking, offending or rebelling.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask if you felt that too. The shift. The slow groan.
If we were on a coffee date, we'd probably go up and down and all around rabbit trails from that single thought. Perhaps for hours. My love language is crying so if you cry, or get me to cry, we'll probably be BFF's.