







***Rewind.*** *it’s morning story time.* So a friend of mine set me up on a blind date with a guy she she knew. We talked a little bit beforehand, but just about the date. It was pretty last minute. He picked the restaurant and asked if 8 PM would work. I said never been there. Sounds great looking forward to it! See you on Saturday. This was Thursday. We texted a bit on Friday. We didn’t talk at all on Saturday. I guess I should have followed up, but I didn’t cause I was working that morning/afternoon and I didn’t want to think about it too much or I’d get nervous. I got myself ready had a drink while I was doing it to calm my nerves. My hair looked great. My make up was on point. I was feeling pretty good about it even though I hate new situations and strangers. Finding an outfit was a struggle. *Oh my god my room is a mess still*. Anyways, I pulled it together and called an Uber and when I got to the restaurant which is kinda in the middle of nowhere (it’s a fancy place though) they said they did not have a reservation for 8 PM. so I sent the guy a quick message but didn’t wait around. I called myself an Uber and went home. he never replied. So spent the evening in, couldn’t open my bottle of wine (so sad I had no wine key!!!), watching Barbie n drinking cider. So yep.. The end 😝