Stood up?

I don’t often tell you about my dates. I feel like these guys deserve a little respect and privacy. Besides, I like to give of the impression that my dating life is non-existent.

When tonight’s date said he would drive from SF to Sunnyvale because he could go to Fry’s, I suggested that we just meet at the coffee bar in the center of the store. Besides, I need a new paper shredder.

So here I am, at the geekiest first date spot I have ever attempted, drinking a decaf mocha. I’ve given up coffee, but the store is chilly, so I needed a chocolate hug.

My assumption is that he is late because he underestimated traffic. But because I’m a girl, I think that he walked by the cafe, saw me and ran screaming out of here. I have both a rational and irrational side. Luckily, the rational side is winning.

It has been half an hour. My mocha is chilling, and I’m running out of things to read on the Internet.

How long do I wait?


5 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Yo momma on July 7, 2010 at 6:38 pm

    hmmm I’m thinking you are at the end of your limit! or you wouldn’t be asking!? right? and yeah… I’ve been there and done that! I’d be gone now! unless I really really wanted to sit any longer!


    • Posted by K on July 7, 2010 at 6:53 pm

      I should mention we didn’t exchange numbers and there was an accident on 101.

      I actually find the idea of missed connections to be romantic. I’m not upset about it. I’m daydreaming about all the Hollywood excuses and I appreciate having something to write about. Life has been drab lately.

      I am almost at the end of waiting because my battery is going to die and I have to pee.


  2. Posted by Eric on July 7, 2010 at 6:50 pm

    Half an hour with no message? If he’s got your phone number that’s long enough.

    And… there’s no way he’d run screaming unless you were butchering other shoppers with a carving knife.


  3. Posted by Paul on July 7, 2010 at 7:48 pm

    Um. You aren’t butchering other shoppers with a carving knife, are you? Just checking!

    I was going to swing by fry’s on my way home, but I will delay ’till tomorrow. Safer. :)


  4. Update, update! What happened? Did you leave, did you stay? Did you wake up to an e-mail from his mother saying that he’s in a coma, and when hacking into his e-mail to alert his friends and coworkers, she came upon your e-mail address? Did you e-mail him, posing as your parole officer, telling him that it’s a good thing he didn’t show up, because you’ve been caught violating your parole again, and are now back in prison for attacking blind dates?


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