the date at the table next to mine at pies'n'thighs in williamsburg is not going badly. he's probably a bit more pies and she possibly slightly less thighs than either of their profile pictures might have suggested, but after a minor hiccup at the very beginning, when she actually says the words 'i'm not much of a pie person' to the face of someone who clearly, evidently lives by and for pies, they soon settle into something akin to banter and the topics of their conversation suddenly rivet.
before long, they're discussing the workings of the inner ear and his jokes become less laboured and funnier and she responds with laughter correspondingly more sincere.
i feel almost tempted to order a dessert just to continue listening in for a while, but then i remind myself that this is breakfast not dinner and that discretion is not just the better part of valour but also couth in situations potentially amorous. by the time i get up to leave i haven't yet spied cupid's arrows fly wantonly through the ether, but give them another date or two and who knows...
(and if they then take up walking together, for instance, or yoga, or even stop eating at places like pies'n'thighs but discover, say, sushi as a joint passion, then where one of them arguably slacks ever so slightly she may firm up a bit and where the other's protrusions are somewhat excessive he may shed just a tad, and in the fullness of time they may find they are just about perfectly matched to each other, and indeed who's to say that they aren't already just as they are even now, before they themselves know it.)
before long, they're discussing the workings of the inner ear and his jokes become less laboured and funnier and she responds with laughter correspondingly more sincere.
i feel almost tempted to order a dessert just to continue listening in for a while, but then i remind myself that this is breakfast not dinner and that discretion is not just the better part of valour but also couth in situations potentially amorous. by the time i get up to leave i haven't yet spied cupid's arrows fly wantonly through the ether, but give them another date or two and who knows...
(and if they then take up walking together, for instance, or yoga, or even stop eating at places like pies'n'thighs but discover, say, sushi as a joint passion, then where one of them arguably slacks ever so slightly she may firm up a bit and where the other's protrusions are somewhat excessive he may shed just a tad, and in the fullness of time they may find they are just about perfectly matched to each other, and indeed who's to say that they aren't already just as they are even now, before they themselves know it.)
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