have you ever seen someone week after week and wondered to yourself, “self, wouldn’t it be fun to get coffee with [insert name of person you see every week] sometime?” no? welp, i have. many times. which is why i constantly straddle the fence between “so friendly” and “totally creepy.”
but last sunday, after accepting a program from her at first service at north coast calvary for the past year or so, and after many a short yet heart-warming small-talk exchange, i finally put the wondering to rest, (wo)maned up, and asked my greeter “friend” out for coffee.
i don’t know if it was the fact that i was feeling extra emotional that day (i did spontaneously start crying right in front of her when she asked me how my week had been, totally normal) or the fact that i’ve been seeking out an objective/older/wiser/christian human with whom i could confide in and learn from for a while now, or maybe even the fact that i’m always open for both coffee dates and making new friends -wait, actually, now that i think about it, i think it was the perfect combination of all of those facts -but whatever the catalyst, i hurriedly threw out the invitation and lucky for me, she happily obliged.
so fast forward one week and i now have “coffee with M (i should really start using more specific descriptors, this is obviously not the same M from the land of koalas and kangaroos)” on my google calendar for this upcoming sunday. aside from knowing that she has a daughter and that she’s really good at handing out programs to church goers at 8:45 a.m. in the morning, the details of her life are completely foreign to me. but that’s what makes this particular coffee date so intriguing, exciting, and fun. we’re going in with a completely blank canvas. and there is just no telling what will happen after we grab our hot beverages, hole up in the corner of a local starbucks, and start to answer the daunting question, “so… tell me about your life.”
wish me luck!