Grrrr. I hate dating. First dates are (almost always) akward. I (almost) never look forward to them. Today, I was supposed to have a tea date with a guy and, while I was in the bathroom before our date (painted awesomely as illustrated in the picture above), I kind of just wanted to stay in there and not go out and meet the guy. Almost fortunately, he didn't show up anyway.
I like older guys generally but 50 is a bit old for me. Plus he seems kind of woo-woo, all crazy into harmony and tapping into the spirit of the universe and shit. I'm kind of over that and much more jaded. However, this was the first time I had been stood up and I was probably more pissed about the time I waited at a coffee shop on stupid hipster Alberta and the fact that I paid for a damn bus pass to get up there. Alright, maybe I am a little bitter about getting stood up but I just know that I am better for it.
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