Another year; another bad date

That’s it I am officially in my late 20’s and another year closer to 30! My birthday party was a blast. Frankie and I hit Le Souk to drink, smoke hooka and watch some belly dancing. The two of us also dished about our latest disasters. You got it: Coffee guy is next on my list.

While how we met seemed very romantic our first date was long and incomplete. He called and asked me to meet him at a little cafe for lunch during the work week. So I showed up at set time and waited, ordered a coke, and waited, and then ordered a sandwich, and waited…. I was pissed. I had never been stood up for a date before. Sure I have had tons of bad dates, but to be stood up after our meeting. I was livid.

So I decided to be content with my sandwich and soda. His loss. Just as I was paying the bill, guess who showed up. “Sorry I am late. I was with a client. How’s about we do lunch now,” he said.

“Sorry I only get an hour. I couldn’t wait,” I said. “You could have called, but since you didn’t I figured you were a no show.”

“Well, I still think you are hot, so maybe I could meet you after work at your place,” he said.

“No way,” I said. “I have plans tonight. I don’t even know if you would show or be up to snuff.”

I grabbed my purse and I left.

After work on my way to change for Le Souk, I bumped into none other than Elisabeth. It was a tad awkward catching up with her, but nice at the same time.

“Hey gorgeous. Wait up,” she yelled out as I was hauling ass down the 5th.

“Oh hey.” She planted a kiss right on my lips and I was flustered. She looked amazing.

“It’s your birthday isn’t it?” she asked. “I know we haven’t spoken for awhile, but I would love to take you out for a birthday drink and catch up.”

“Uh, er, sure. I guess,” I said, blushing from ear to ear.

It’s funny how some dates work out and some don’t, even though you may really want them too. I really liked coffee guy, but he was a looser not showing up to the date. While Elisabeth who I had no intention of ever getting serious with was fantastic to me. The cosmos are definitely fucking with me.

While watching some belly dancing, I explained to Frankie my theory on dating.

“Within the first five minutes you pretty much know if you are really interested in the date or not,” I said.

“I think that’s about right,” she agreed.

“I’m so sick of wasting my time waiting for the date to be over. If in the first ten minutes I’m not into the dork I’m just going to get up and leave from now on,” I said.

“Are you for real?” Frankie asked, shocked.

“Absolutely.” I nodded and then sipped my cosmo.

Then, Frankie and I laid out a verbal agreement that our dating rules would become a little stricter this year. – Ruby