Written February 2015
Apparently Mercury is in retrograde. I don’t really know what that means but based on my research (my friends + google) weird shit happens and your intuition is heightened.
So I had an upcoming date that I was really excited for. Re: my last blog post. Via text and FaceTime I hit it off with this guy. I know – you can’t really say you’ve hit it off with someone you haven’t met, but in the land of Tinder FaceTiming felt like a big step. Not to mention we had been talking for three weeks and nothing he had said sent any red flags up for me. I had a good feeling about him. He said he had a good feeling about me.
[Lesson: Don’t believe anything anyone says to you]
Because of his work and my impromptu girls trip to Phoenix/Vegas [blog coming soon] we couldn’t get together until this weekend.
Date night rolls around.
For no logical reason I had some serious anxiety late in the afternoon. My intuition, thanks to Mercury I guess, was screaming at me. I just had a bad feeling. My heart was pounding and I felt exactly how I felt when I realized that I had been stood up last spring by camping guy.
Negative energy. Bad vibes. Impending doom.
I texted a couple of my friends and told them about my bad feeling. Obviously they all told me I was being irrational.
“You’re being crazy.”
“He’s been so excited to meet you this whole time – tonight is going to be great! Relax.”
“He is NOT going to stand you up. That’s already happened to you – twice. You can’t have that bad of luck.”
I get a text from him around 6:00pm.
“Finally got back into town. Drinking at Boston Pizza tho lol”
First of all what’s with the ‘lol’? Nothing about that is funny. It’s actually quite sad. I should have told him to fuck off right then and there but I’m too nice, so I played along for awhile.
He tells me, “We can still go on our date but I might be a little tipsy. I’ll need to cab it.”
[again, fuck you]
I asked if he still wanted to get dinner.
Then I gave him a chance to stop bullshitting me. “I was really looking forward to tonight, but if you don’t want to go you can just say so.”
Everyone I’ve told this story to has had the same reaction: Who gets drunk at Boston Pizza????
And also, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I will not even attempt to understand or ask why. All I know is that this was the last straw. Everything I said in my last blog post I take back. Don’t download Tinder – ever. I am no longer a supporter of online dating or dating at all for that matter. (We all know this isn’t true. I love love. I just need to let myself be angry about this for a day or so)
So I went out for dinner with my friends instead. Things started looking up when I saw that double mojitios were on special.
A couple hours later while dancing around my friends penthouse to yes, Taylor Swift, a charm on my necklace fell off, unbeknownst to me. This necklace was a birthday gift from a couple of years ago. The charm that fell off said: believe in love.
I must have been in the washroom or maybe just in my own world because I missed my friends finding it on the floor, reading it, pondering whether to give it back to me, and then coming to the conclusion to throw it off the balcony.
That’s a metaphor if I’ve ever seen one.
Klara admitted to me in the morning that it was she who chucked the charm into oblivion.
She felt bad. I laughed. It was too perfect.
I’m not sure if it was before or after the destruction of the love charm when I sent my Tinder flake one last message: “I hope Boston Pizza treated you well. And I hope next time you try and convince some girl what a gentleman you are you remember what a coward you were in this situation. Thanks for wasting my time.” Followed my two emojis: a passive aggressive thumbs up and a pizza slice. [Jill’s brilliant idea].
Pizza emoji. Take that asshole.
Other strange occurrences since Mercury has been in retrograde include me hearing about a strangely high number of break ups and a very unexpected blast from the past.
Guess who texted me last night?
No, not “Come over” guy though it’s been a week so I should be expecting a text soon.
Camping guy – the first guy to ever stand me up. He picked a bad time to ask me what was new.
Cut it out Mercury. The irony is that I’m sitting on my bed writing this wearing an oversized t-shirt that says “Love Is In The Air”
No. No it is not.