When it comes to making real-world friends, I am absolutely, bloody awful (I know everyone says this but trust me: as bad as you may think you are, I’m worse). But by shear accident of showing up at the same cafe at the same time every weekend, one might be starting to ignite.
Or at the very least, it may have a chance to. While talking with this fellow this morning, my mind casted back to this piece by JCProbably about how making friends as an adult requires effort, yet it’s worth it at the end (my writing about it is not doing it justice; go read it, it’s good). I think this might be worth it, so I’ll give it a try.
But first, I need to get overcome a rather embarrassing hurdle: I need to get confirmation of his name. I remember making a note of it, and based on what I found, I think I’ve found it (there’s no date on the note) but I’m not certain. Yeah, like I said: making friends is not my strength. 😏