Coffee Shop Musings: The Opposite of The Bachelor Television Show

Wednesday morning coffee shop musings.

I am the only one in the place this morning, save for a young-at-heart couple on the other side of the room. These two, in their late-seventies, maybe early-eighties, are clearly on a breakfast date.

They haven’t stopped talking and laughing for the last two hours and it is making my heart sing. I am struck by the fact that, if I could not see them, I would know this couple was on a date.

They have covered topics from politics (“McConnell is an evil fellow”), to travel, to how to fix a sticky drawer (apparently rubbing a candle on the sliding part is the old school way to go), to now talking about the opioid crisis. You can see by the tilt of her head and how he is leaning forward, there are sparks flying between this pair and I am mesmerized.

A half-hour later, Greta and her gent Michael (my chosen names for them because I am now invested in this relationship…) have been trying to say goodbye for the last fifteen minutes, but every time they start to stand up, one or the other brings up a new topic and off they go.

Drats. My mid-morning pick-me-up is ending. They have just stood up to say their goodbyes. I am not staring, I swear. I try to smile at them, fantasizing I will be a part of their coming together story for years to come and thus, invited to their wedding. “And this is our fairy godmother, Christine, who was there when we had our first date!”

Just as they are getting ready to part, Michael, dressed in an on-trend orange gingham long-sleeved button down shirt, takes a chance and invites his lovely date to church with him on Sunday! No-games-Greta accepts immediately. There is a hug and maybe a quick peck on the cheek – I’ve averted my eyes for what seems like a bit of a personal moment. They are giddy, I tell you. She leaves first, then he.

Michael is literally bouncing as he walks by my window on his way out, and I am resisting the temptation to video him. That would be creepy, wouldn’t it? And possibly illegal. He is walking on air and grinning ear-to-ear, trust me.

Eternal hope and loveliness in my little coffee shop this dreary Wednesday morning. Thank you, Michael and Greta.