I became sitting in the prettiest date restaurant, out with a guy I’d came across several times before at a mixer. He had been sweet and positive, talkative and apparently driven. We nodded along to their tales when I took bites of my pasta, methodically peppering him with questions while revealing almost no about myself. I couldn’t force myself to actually show up for that date although I was technically there.
Within the end, We hugged him goodbye and thanked him for lunch. Me the following day, I told him that, although he was lovely, it was probably best we went our separate ways when he texted. Continue reading