A funny thing happened to me just now. I had to go over to the stationer’s to buy some lead refills for my correcting pencil, and on the way over – it’s all of a 1-minute walk from the office – I got beckoned at by a man. He asked somewhat embarrassedly whether I knew what the parking permit situation was in that area. I said I had no idea, but we carried on talking.
Nice chap, originally from Montpellier but long since in Germany. For some reason he thought I was Swabian, which I guess I should really take as a compliment. Anyway, at the end of the conversation he rather shyly invited me for coffee, and when I said I had to return to work, he asked me for my number. I didn’t actually give it to him, not because he didn’t seem OK but because I’m quite cautious about stuff like that, a carpark is a bit of a weird place for that kind of transaction, plus I am not in a fit state to contemplate anything even vaguely date-like right now.
It was really nice to have someone show some kind of romantic interest, and a wonderful change from the barrage of ego-crushing experiences that has been occupying my thoughts way too much recently.