Wonder WomanPosted: June 10, 2017
I had a blind date last night. Some friends of mine from an old bar that I used to work at called me last week and the conversation went something like this:
Her: Corie, there is this new guy who works here. His name is Jake and he is like, totally perfect for you. And you’ve been single for too long, so I am giving him your number.
Me: Don’t give him my number.
Her: Too late.
So he started texting me and we have been texting and sending each other snaps for about a week now.
Well, he asked me if I wanted to go out on Friday last Sunday and I said I did and found a sitter for my son. Every single day since then, he has texted me, “so we are still on for Friday, right?” I thought that he was really interested and excited.
He never showed.
I waited in the bar we were supposed to meet at for an hour and a half and he never showed. Thank goodness I had some friends there but still, it made me feel like a lowlife loser, just sitting in a bar, waiting on a man. When I still hadn’t heard from him by about 9:45, I decided that I was just going to go home and watch the new season of Orange Is The New Black. As I was walking back to my car, I ran into my friend Thomas and his girlfriend Chelsea. The conversation went as follows:
Him: Hey, what are you doing?
Me: I was just heading home. I was supposed to be on a date but he never showed up. So now I am going to go back home and binge watch OITNB.
Her: Nope. No you’re not. We are going to see Wonder Woman. You are coming with us.
Me: Thanks, but I do not want to crash your date.
Her: That was not a request. You are not going home to sit in the dark and be sad all alone. You are coming with us. Get in the car and meet us there.
So I did and what started out as a crappy night, turned into a really good night. I got to see a badass woman kick some major butt on the big screen and when it was done, I felt better. Not 100% but definitely not as low and loserish as I did when I walked out of that bar.
Thank you Diana. The world of man does not deserve you, but it is not about what we deserve, it’s about doing what you believe in. And I, like you, still believe in love.
Kisses, the Southern Jezebelle