Food for thought

The more I think about the very good-looking woman, and all the eye contact that passed between us, the more I become convinced it was an invitation to break the conversational ice.

She pulled up in her BMW 4×4, and parked outside The Old Mill Coffee House and Bistro, in Chipping Norton at about 1.30pm on Sunday.

Of course, I could be completely wrong.

She may just have been amused at the motorcyclist, sitting at his table – in his leathers – sipping hot chocolate and blatantly people-watching.

Yeah, I’m probably misinterpreting everything.

But still.

So this Sunday, from 1pm, I’m going to be sitting in the same place.

And if she’s there (because she was obviously a regular), I’m going to say ‘hello’.

And if she’s not there?

I’ll have some hot chocolate.

And carrot cake.

(why the fuck didn’t I say something on Sunday?)

Der.

4 thoughts on “Food for thought

    1. Well I didn’t go, obviously. I went to Broadway on the Bandit.

      And, to be honest, M, I’m kind of with someone now anyway.

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