Summat about a boy

I met a boy. I asked him out to coffee on a brisk Sunday morning. He said yes. We talked, and I told him about the way my father used to speak of me, to me. It made him freeze up. I don't know where we stand now. I told him to call me tomorrow afternoon, and I want to apologize. I need something, some words of encouragement. I don't want my own shitty childhood mucking about in my modern, personal affairs. Anything is appreciated; I would love to have a chat with you all.