Tinder strikes again. This guy was just too good to be true. Healthy, sober, fit, bilingual… he was the whole package. After a night chatting on the phone and making plans I thought I may have hit the jackpot.
I added him on Snapchat and sent snaps back and forth just to be sure he wasn’t a modern day Bundy. I’d even double checked if we were still on earlier in the day and last I checked, we were. So when I wasn’t getting the text replies as 8pm drew closer I began to panic. However, my face was beat and my eyebrows were on fleek. I couldn’t waste the precious time I had spent wanting to impress him, so I headed to our meeting spot in hopes that he was busy getting ready just as I was.
But there I was, an empty chair on the other side of my vanilla latte, feeling extra flat. I retreated to the good ol’ days and made an old-fashioned phone call. He didn’t answer. The list of possible excuses for his absence were slowly being crossed off. I daydreamed about a sweet somebody asking if the chair was taken, and when I answered no, we would have intriguing conversation and we would hit it off and ditch this place to catch a vibe.
And behold! A beautiful lady asked if the chair was taken! I told her it wasn’t, and my heart fluttered a bit and I knew God had answered my wishes. Then, she slowly pulled back the chair with a puzzled look and joined her three friends and a table for two. Shit, was I thought obvious?
I was left with no option but to call my friend and head that way to share my embarrassment over Hobo Johnson & The LoveMakers, cheese sticks, and a game of Gin.
As the night went on I began to think.. Am I ready for this anyway? Dating can be loads of fun, but it can also hurt just as it did tonight. If getting stood up by a stranger bums me out this bad, then maybe I need to slow my roll. But then again, it has been a very long time since my last encounter. I have no idea what my next move is going to be. I do know that, in this case, it wasn’t me. It was him.
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Dymond Sam 