I re-instated my OK Cupid account. I guess I’ve been feeling more confident lately, not so afraid of rejection or lack of interest. And, I don’t know, for some reason I’m feeling more . . . open.
I received a note from someone who interested me. He wasn’t gorgeous, but there was something about him that intrigued me. I responded and we ended up emailing. LIke any good online dater, he asked me out immediately and we decided to meet this evening for a quick drink.
I had to work today — deadline — so I asked if he would mind coming to my side of town. I felt bad, but it was the only way I would be able to do it. He agreed, and was sweet about it. When I was in a good place at the office, I got ready and left for the meeting place early, since I knew parking could be tricky.
It was 6:40 and I was 20 minutes early. To bide the time, I sat on a park bench and called a friend to chat. The guy and I had decided to meet for frozen yogurt (I’m getting sick of drinks or coffee) and at five minutes to seven I walked to the store. And waited. At five minutes after seven, I texted him to let him know I was there. He texted back that he was on his way. And then I waited some more.
Just to preface this a bit . . . After a fitful night without much sleep, I was up at 6:30 AM. I went for a long, uphill run in the heat at 8AM. After eating and showering, I went into the office and frantically worked until I left to meet this guy. Besides breakfast at 10AM, the only thing I’d eaten was whatever I could scrounge at the office: a handful of Wheat Thins, some almonds and dried cranberries. I was hot, tired and hungry.
At 7:20 I decided I was done. I had told this guy that I was under a deadline (which was why I needed to meet close to my office) and I knew he had his cell phone on him, so why couldn’t he text me or call to let me know he was running late and to apologize? I was also texting my friend, to let her know how annoyed I was, and, well, I just got myself all worked up and pissed.
I left at 7:21. I thought about texting him or calling him and let him know but then I decided to let him sit there alone and wait it out. As I was driving toward home, fuming, thinking about the situation, it suddenly hit me that we did not decide to meet at 7:00, we decided to meet at 7:30!
I took a left back into the shopping center, sped through the parking lot and parked at 7:28, getting to the store before 7:30. All I could think about was what an ass I would have made of myself had I gone home. I even bought his yogurt because I felt guilty! Which, by the way, was the first time in my life I have ever sprung for the first date.
A few hours later, he bought our drinks . . . I think I might kinda like this guy.