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Stranded At The Drive In

I got stood up for a blind date tonight. I guess he had a good reason; he got called in to work. I was unaware he worked in an on-call position. I found out about the time I was ready to head to the bar. I had never spoke to this man, it was set up by a friend of mine and her boyfriend.

Am I upset? Yes, but not because I was stood up. I am upset because I wasted a good make-up job, a good hairdo, and perfume. I was perfectly happy sitting at home today in my pajamas. Yes, all fucking day I sat around in my pajamas. I rarely do that, and it was quite enjoyable. I got out of those pajamas, and made myself look presentable for about 2 hours. Then I came home and washed the presentable off, because there was no meeting.

Is it so terrible that I don’t want to do this anymore? Don’t want to keep searching for the love of my life? Don’t want to keep being stood up for blind dates, or ignored and avoided after having a date? Is it so bad the I just want him to be here already, sitting beside me on the couch and sleeping in my bed?

I am so exhausted by all of it.

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6 thoughts on “Stranded At The Drive In

  1. Do the men know that your prefered option is available. it seems like it would be irresistable especially if football and a few beers was also in the mix πŸ™‚

    • Most guys I meet don’t even hang around long enough to find out what my preferred option is! I think I must scare them off with my rapier wit and my expectations. If they scare that easily though, I am quite sure they are not the man for me. πŸ˜‰

  2. Perhaps it’s possible that it’ll all happen the moment after you decide to stop looking. I’ve had that happen. The moment you decide the search is no longer worth the stress is when the thing you’ve been looking for falls directly into your lap.

    Not trying to sound simplistic, just optimistic. πŸ™‚

  3. I guess that remains to be seen! lol This guy did text me last night, apologize for not being able to make it, and asked for a rain check. Because his absence was work-related, and I totally trust the people who were setting this whole thing up, I told him I would give him the rain check. At this point I am almost past having any expectations about any man. I don’t say that to dog on men, because in general, I really like men. πŸ™‚

  4. Ah the classic blind date that never seems to produce a happy couple except in the movies and yet happens over and over again. Yes, tired of that on all accounts.

  5. I blame Hollywood for ruining my ideas about life and love! I have to blame someone! lol

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