So on Saturday morning I ventured to a nearby Starbucks for my first date with the “history hottie,” a history professor at a prestigious local university. We had been texting for a week or so and he checked all my boxes: smart, witty, handsome, interesting and interested. Oh, and did I mention he was 44 and hot? I arrive a few minutes early (work habit I can’t seem to shake) and snagged a table outside as the weather was glorious, with apologies to all those suffering in FL, TX and PR.
But honestly, for east coast, it felt like San Diego. Hottie strolls up and is wearing a brown polo shirt and baggy khaki shorts. Now, I’m in a top and a light jacket because it’s not hit 70 degrees yet and is chilly in the shade. We start to chat and the conversation is flowing, so much so that I notice I am chilly after about 30 minutes and I say that a cup of tea would be nice. Hint! We are after all at Starbucks. Ahem. To this Hottie says, “you go ahead. I had a big breakfast and I’m still bloated.” Right? Who says that on a date? Needless to say, if he can’t get up and buy me a cup of tea, than he was raised in a barn and is not the one for me. But did I mention he was hot? Sadly, history hottie was yet another one and done for me. Buh bye.
A wise friend of mine consoled me by saying this: No’s are the part of the process to get to the Yeses. This is one more No out of the way to your YAAAASSSSSSS! He then toasted me with a cuppa, which I found LOL funny and I hope you will too. Onward!