I am such a horrible eavesdropper. I can’t help it. But the dramas of people are so fascinating. It’s why busy cafes are the best.
I really am trying to be productive right now. Crank out some work, some planning for the week. I even put in my headphones and turned on my white noise app.
But the conversation beside me keeps pulling me in. Awkward first date. Meandering, forced conversation. The woman explaining her divorce 10 years ago, the guy talking about religions and his parents. It’s like the car wreck – I can’t keep my ears from listening.
My brain then goes to creating back stories for each of them. I imagine the families, the exes, the hopeful lead up to this coffee date.
And just like that – the guy looks at his watch and I know that for the death blow that it is. He claims a conference call he needs to be on, from his office, at 10am on a Sunday morning.
True? Possibly. Promising for this date? Not likely.
Oh the dramas…. is it any wonder I love writing. I get to be a part of the buzz, but not in it. Observe and relay the dramas without getting consumed by them myself.
The couple is getting up to leave. This is delicious and painful to watch – an accurate reflection of the dating process.
And like that, my excuse for procrastination has vanished to their conference calls and calls to best friends to commiserate.
Back to the practical and planning for me.