- It's the new year.
- I had a date lined up for tonight.
- Someone I thought I'd reopen the door for romantically revealed they saw a movie today. (This, by itself, is nothing; however for me, it suddenly underscored that they didn't care about seeing it with me even though I'd indicated interest, and in fact, I realized they didn't care about seeing me at all anytime soon.)
(Later, there were actually nice emails from both dudes and I realized it was ridiculous for me to be worked up so I let it go. But I let it go, like REALLY let it go, as in: fuckit. I'm done. I'm done with dudes who aren't into me.)
He texted me while I was on the way. "I'm here now. Red or white?"
FUCK!! I have to DRINK something?? Goddammit.
I arrive and he's cute and I start sipping the wine but it's actually tasty and I drink half the glass and start laughing my head off, already planning to write this blog post on my phone from the parking lot in case I couldn't drive home.
My spidey sense is getting really good at picking first dates, you guys. Afterwards, he pressed an envelope into my hand and said, "Here, read this later," and hugged me. "I had such a nice time!"
As we exited, I reached into my pocket for my gloves and pulled out a stack of sanitary pads instead, ever the graceful date. We'll see if there's a second!