“What do you think of that couple there,” she said. Her eyes
fixated on the two gentlemen sitting across the room.
“You’re asking me my guess?” He said with a smug. “Well,
they’re on a Grindr date, clearly. Casual drinks after work. He’s the younger,
confident one. Early thirties. Bit of a lightweight”. Gesturing towards the man in the suit. “He’s there to impress. No one wears an ironed turquoise
shirt and grey suit to work.” His words muffled by the sound of crunching
peanuts. “But you see there. He’s so nervous. He takes three drinks for every
one the other fellow does. Clearly he really likes this guy. Done all the
research and stuff. Now he’s just hoping the date goes well. Not even enjoying it. Spending the whole time over thinking everything.
Poor guy.”
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