I send her a spectacular happy birthday text. It’s a Bitmoji that looks like me with balloons. (It’s an iphone thing)
She loved it.
“How cool is this?!!!! Thank you!”
“Hope your having a fun birthday weekend!”
“Thank you so much. It’s a great weekend.”
“Welcome back! I’m free after 5 today. I have some meetings in the morning on Tuesday but should be available by the afternoon.”
“Thank you (smiley face) I should be available this evening. Let me make sure. (Later) “Tuesday looks good for me.” (happy face)
“Ok I’ll let you know when and where.”
“What time do you want to meet up?”
“I just got out of a meeting. I can meet at 5pm at Square 1682.”
“Hi. I am not going to be able to make that time. After 6?”
“Sure. You’re worth waiting for.”
“Awww thank you! (smiley with hands) Ok so I’m thinking 6:30. Is that okay?”
At this point I have just worked a million shifts at both sites and just got up early and took the test to be certified to be Serve Safe for the restaurant. I’m going to my dear friend’s for the 4th of July and I don’t have to be in until 5 at Mac Mart so I’m good.
“That’s perfectly fine. I’ts pouring rain outside right now so that works out well.”
A half hour passes. I’m just happy I’ve finally taken the test for Safe Serve and I don’t have to study anymore. It’s been a chore. Working both jobs and studying this huge book about how to not get people sick at your restaurant. It’s so important. Any restaurant you walk into there must be a person that is Serve Safe certified or the board of health will shut you down.
Cooking and serving food to the general public is critical. NEVER get anyone sick. That’s the central message.
I’m chilling at Square, sipping wine and editing this blog when I get this message:
“Please please please forgive me, but I just walked into the house and I am pooped. I would love to hang, but I’m sinking fast. Can we reschedule?”
I’m spent from the week and this day, so I am totally relieved I don’t have to engage another person.
“Sure! I’m really tired too. I have has a long day. I’m just going to chill at the bar for a bit until the rain stops. I have my laptop and my favorite bartender’s working.”
“Oh, that sounds perfect. Thank you for understanding.”
“No worries dear! Like I said, I’m beat as well.”
THE FOURTH OF JULY COMES AND GOES
“How are you Liz? How was your 4th?
“I’m doing good. It was really fun. Yours?”
“It was amazing and fun! I normally don’t do anything but this was especially terrific. I’m happy to hear from you, Liz. Square 1682 at 5pm on Monday? Can you?
“I’m sorry. I can’t do that time. I am meeting my trainer tomorrow.”
I texted her the plan on Friday. The whole weekend went by. She got back to me two days later with a no.
Even if she ever wants to meet up again I’m not going to do it.
I’ve been in this world of online dating for three years to write this blog and I’m pretty sure that online dating is for leftovers and losers.
Even though my life is writing a dating and relationship blog, I think I’m done with Tinder, Clover, Bumble, Match, and Coffee meets Bagel.
It’s been two years and I thank you for being on the journey with me, but there are more stories to be told.
In the real world.
Let’s change this and go forward.
I’m going to go back to the old way of dating and just try to meet some people in the real world.
Let’s see what happens.
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