Are you going on a date or the gym?
I had a e-harm date on Sunday which annoyed me a few levels.
First off, we had a lovely chat, she was a striking redhead (in her photos), a therapist, a good listener, good laugher. I was looking forward to it.
I call a few hours earlier to confirm we are still on. No response. (We had made the date the day before).
20 minutes before 3, I text “Heading out now” (no response).
Luckily, the coffee shop was no more than a 5 minute drive. It might have been 4. So if she stood me up, I could get back home pretty quick.
She shows up (on time) and she is dressed for the gym — jogging / workout outfit, big, Jackie O sunglasses, a big baseball hat (the kind you get free at charity event — it was even autographed by someone), running sneakers, no make up, all her lovely hair tucked under the cap.
Meanwhile, I’m wearing a banana republic sweater, dark new Levis, John Varvatos shoes, I shaved, I have stuff in my hair.
It made me feel that she DIDN’T GIVE A SHIT. Didn’t do a damn thing with her hair, didn’t put even lip gloss on. It made me feel not worth 3 minutes of prep. Hell, a nice blouse and nice jeans — even flip flops would have been okay.
Oh, and she NEVER took off the sunglasses. (I suggested it, but she refused)
She was gorgeous (under all the workout-I-don’t-care) and we had a nice time (and a great talk the night before), but she shook my hand and told me to “enjoy the book” I had with me as we parted.
She’s not on board, right?