I am happy to report that the meeting with the new neighbor
went well. Then again, I hope these coffee talks don’t become a regular thing.
When my husband first told me that our new neighbor was
coming over for coffee the next morning, my first reaction was, “This isn’t Wisteria
Lane .” I mean, you know just show up at someone’s
house expecting them to give you coffee and listen to you talk. Alas, I
relented, made a large pot and awaited his arrival. My husband made both
chocolate chip and blueberry muffins. We talked about typical
getting-to-know-you stuff like how we met, what the neighborhood is like, San
Francisco ’s bipolarism, blah blah blah. Overall it was
a good talk. I don’t see us becoming besties or anything, but at least we can
be friendly towards one another and have bite-sized conversations when in
passing. The jury is still out on if he wants more, however.
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