Not sure who Hallie Cantor is? Well, neither are we, having just discovered her and her writing at The New Yorker this morning, actually, it seems we have read some of her previous articles there, but her name had simply passed us by, sorry Hallie. But now we’re giving you credit where credit is due. Here’s a couple of choice using of apparently what goes through her mind when thinking about coffee with a new acquaintance:
They will say no and laugh at me for not having enough existing friends to get coffee with.
They’ll say yes, and we’ll have a great time and become fast friends and then they’ll make me go to their wedding and it will be expensive.
They’ll think I invited them to coffee because I have a crush on them.
I will develop a crush on them.
We will develop crushes on each other and then we’ll fall in love and have three kids, but we’ll both still want to work, so there won’t be enough parental attention to go around, and the house will grow full of tension, and years later one of the kids will murder one of the other kids and I’ll be overcome by grief and guilt and drown myself in the lake at our summer home.
Ah, the lovely insecurities that we face every day, Hallie’s piece in the New York certainly made me laugh this morning so I would wish to thank her for that and if you want to read it all, which you should: Everything I Am Afraid Might Happen If I Ask New Acquaintances to Get Coffee.