My Best Worst Date
A True Story
We met on a dating app and had texted and Face-timed for a couple weeks. Not obsessively, but things were going well. We decided to finally meet up in-person. I decided to drive down to see her, about a 45 minute drive south.
Scene I: day before the date
Her: I know a great Pakistani place. A co-worker recommended it to me. Wanna go?
Me: Totally! That would be great. I haven’t had Pakistani food in forever.
Her: Perfect. Let’s check it out!
Me: Fantastic! I’ll text you when I’m out of work.
Scene II: day of the date
As I leave work, I text her: On my way. Be there in about 45.
Twenty minutes into the drive, I get a response: Cool. Just so you know, I ate already, so not up for dinner.
Okay, I think. Not a big deal. Maybe we’ll still go, and she’ll have something light, or we can check out another place, and I can eat. I’m starving. It’s verging on 4:30 p.m. after a day on my feet trying to teach 6th graders. Lunch was at noon. My stomach burbles expectantly.
Ten minutes later, she texts: Have a webinar 4–5. Heads up.
Okay, I think. I can entertain myself. I turn up the music.
