Decided to go to a coffee shop, just to break the monotony of working in my apartment. I overheard two extremes of love.
1. A lady behind me called her significant other, (on speaker phone) and spoke to him, extensively, about his recent trip to the dentist. She asked about the x-rays, about the co-pay, about the waiting room, and was EXCITED to hear his answers. (“What KIND of magazines?”)
2. The guy in front of me (20s) was talking to an older woman (late 40s), sort of complaining about a failed relationship with a girl that they both know. I thought it was strange that he was really pleading his case with their mutual friend “IF I could only have ONE more day… It’s just… I still love her.”
The woman was supportive, if support looks like repeatedly encouraging a person to move on (“Do you have any hobbies?”) and then repeatedly telling a person to move on (“You should move on.”)
After 30 minutes I discovered that it was his fault the relationship ended.
After 32 minutes I learned about all the cool things he’s been doing lately.
(“I’ve been doing really cool things lately. Have you ever been to magic castle? It’s members only. My landlord is a member and he gets me in.”)
After 34 minutes I learned that the relationship ended a year ago.
35 minutes, 30 seconds: I learned he respected the older lady’s opinion a lot because…
35m32s: … the older lady is his ex’s Mom.
Lesson learned, coffee makes people batshit crazy.
Also, landlords can also be magicians.
Phil
You spent so little time on the dentist part