It’s a fork! It believes itself to be self-aware!
I was still trying to work out the coffee-to-determine-if-there-should-be-a-date-evening.
But then I saw the guy again, and he went from table to table, talking to any girl he saw. I suppose he’s really looking. And I’m really lucky.
I just need to remind myself that saying, look, I don’t want you to touch me — well, someone I need to say that to (on the very first time we meet)probably isn’t someone I care if I alienate.