‘It can be said that it’s unfair to just boil a person down to their profession. People are multi-faceted with many interests blah blah blah.
But, for the sake of simplicity and really, because it’s too hard otherwise to think of appropriate titles for these sporadic posts, I’m just going to boil each person down to their profession.
#sorrynotsorry
When people in your life find out you’re (newly) single, they develop a zealous drive to match you up with other single people. Purely because you’re single and they’re single, they think it’s a match made in heaven. Why they think this, I do not know. Hello! We’re multi-faceted people!
So the latest singles match up, was set up, by none other than by my sister. Her best friend’s husband’s friend is single and of the same faith, so she asked if I’d be interested in texting this guy. I let out a very loud, groan and let her give my number to him, all because I forced myself to “keep an open mind.”
All I knew about this guy, was that he worked in IT and he’s 38. Alarms went off in my head. 38 and still single? Why?
So a few days later, he finally got around to texting me to introduce himself. We texted for a bit and agreed to meet up for an afternoon coffee. He was ten minutes late meeting up at the coffee place, but whatevs. People deserve a 10 minute window, any more and it’s just rude unless you have a legit reason.
So as it turned out, the cafe was going to close in 20 minutes, so I paid for take away coffees and we walked to the nearest park, sat on a bench and starting chatting. Chat, chat, chat away and the storm clouds started rolling in quick. From what was a sunny afternoon, quickly turned windy and cold. He clearly looked uncomfortable and was shivering – yet despite me asking if he wanted to move to a cafe inside somewhere, he maintained that he was OK and continued to shiver throughout our conversation.
Idiot.
Did he think I’d think he was less “manly” if he went somewhere warmer? Wth?
We blabbed some more about the usual topics, work, past travel blah blah, until it actually started to rain and we were forced to retreat to somewhere with some shelter and he could finally stop shivering.
Went to a nearby bar, sat down, looked at the menu and he orders an orange juice because he doesn’t like to drink. (I think ever since dating again, my alcoholic preferences have really come to forefront and how strange it feels a bit uncomfortable if they don’t drink at all.)
I don’t why, it feels a bit awkward to order an alcoholic beverage, when the other either 1) doesn’t drink at all or 2) doesn’t order an alcoholic beverage. It’s silly right? Like why should I feel awkward and change my drink of choice, just because someone else doesn’t drink?! So, being the lame-ass I am, I ordered a lemon lime and bitters.
But overall, it was about 2 hours and by the end, when we said goodbye at the station, I didn’t find him abhorrent. So maybe there is some hope after all?’
