I left work early today to go to the dentist. Yuck. Then I cleaned out my car. Now I’m at a bar grabbing a drink and quick/cheap happy hour bar food because it’s easier than sorting out food for one, but it’s 5pm so not exactly a hopping bar scene. The bar tender called me Ma’am. I bought a water pik via amazon while drinking (per my dentist recommendation) - yeah to multi-tasking. I think the bartenders feel bad for me because I’m alone and on my phone.
I am alternating between texting my mom, my favorite main casual dating partner, and perusing tinder. Now my favorite guy wants us to cook dinner together on saturday....and I have to choose between my love of making amazing food for people I adore and a previously planned date with someone new (a sexy sommelier who is way too young for me) at a swanky cocktail bar in DC. It’s a tough choice. For context....the potential menu is pork tenderloin with a homemade blackberry chutney (one of my specialities) and maple bourbon glazed carrots and a movie on netlflix which has it’s appeal. I haven’t cooked for anyone in awhile and I love to make people happy.
None if this is what I expected, and it is both weirder and a million times better than I expected.
I never imagined I would do so well taking the plunge into single/dating life. A few months ago, I expected to spend the rest of my life alone.