The other night, I had a first date with a guy who'd answered an ad of mine.
I sat there for a few hours, thinking to myself as he went on and on and on about his ex, "God, how am I going to get out of this?"
Actually, it wasn't quite as bad as all that, but sometimes I feel like these "dates" should be earning me some social work credit hours.
Anyway, the next day, I got a email that was as friendly as could be, but clearly saying "let's just be friends."
This is exactly the best outcome of this situation possible, exactly the best thing I could wish for. Seriously.
So why did it sort of hurt my feelings? I don't know why, but it kind of stung.
I swear I'm crazy sometimes.
Anyway, in happier news, I did finally did get to go to (the seemingly always closed) coffeehouse down in Bywater, Coffea.
It's really quite nice there. I wish I could have found a photo of the inside.
In the bathroom there's a baby's crib, complete with mobile...and lots of Victorian bird paraphernalia on the two Eastlake style mantels...in the bathroom.
Most odd. Most cool.
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