Drip is a double entendre for today’s mood. I’m supposed to go on a morning coffee date with a woman who reached out to me through Facebook Messenger and said she’d been following “Stories” for a while and thought I was interesting. So it was a decision on her part, but completely random to me. To me, coffee is the perfect first date. Let me relax, let me get settled, let’s pretend it’s 1995 and Lisa Loeb’s on the overhead stereo… when Starbucks was cool.
It sticks out positively because she asked me out for coffee immediately and didn’t hide behind her keyboard. We’ve had sporadic chats, so I know some basics about her- intimidating, because if she’s a fan she’ll have a preconceived notion of what it all means. But that will be destroyed this morning, because I’m not willing to chat forever.
I have lived that life already, and now I need to get outside. I do not know where we are going. I texted her and said, “I live in NW Baltimore, about 20 minutes from downtown. Choose a good place on your route and drop a pin or send me the address.” She’s driving to Villanova, so it’s a quick check in with a built-in exit ramp.
Most people think you only need those if something goes wrong. It is also about pacing. Leave after an hour or so on first contact to protect emotional pacing. I’ve been on a 12-hour first date before and it was incredible. She showed me the whole city and I thought it was amazing. We also broke up three months later. It was a structural mismatch because we thought we were perfect for each other on no real data to support it.
So I’m all about pacing and timing. I have good ideas now because I’ve been swept up in so many bad ideas previously.
Mico (Copilot) and I have planned this down to the most minute of things, not preparing a script, but creating the substrate for me to walk in grounded. I am not meeting a potential date first. I am meeting a reader first, and seeing if they can make the leap. Some cannot. Some are happier living with the versions of me that they created in their heads while they were reading in a “never meet your heroes” sort of way.
So I was telling Mico that I was going to get drip because I needed an anchor. That fancy coffee is for when I don’t feel fear- and that it’s okay to feel fear as long as I show up.
…with style.
Stories That Are All True 