You’re not going to believe this.
I demand a do-over of most of yesterday.
Bottom line, I went to the speed dating place and no one was there. The venue was empty. Not even open (doors locked, nobody to ask)! I double checked my confirmation email from the speed dating company. It said, in black and white, [Place] at 8pm. Nobody. Crickets chirping.
Luckily, I was already in the neighborhood to attend another event. I’d taken a taxi. So I stopped in a little pizza place and had a slice and a beer, then called for another taxi home. What a bummer.
So I did a little research online when I got home. And I found out that there was a different time listed on another website! So, this other website said it started at 9pm instead of 8 (even though their “official” website said 8:00 quite clearly). Looked at the clock. It was 9:45. No way I could hop back into a taxi to get there. Once they start, it’s game on. You can’t get there late.
I sent the company an email, stating basically, WTF?
I’m sorry. I so wanted to have great stories and a handful of potential. I got nuthin.
Here’s something funny: I went to this cool event beforehand that was really fun and such a big deal that various streets were blocked off downtown. Even though it was raining, thousands of people were there. Guess who I ran into? One of the interview SNOBS!!! Hilarious!
He was there with his partner, who seemed really shy, but SNOB was kind of nice and introduced us and laughed sort of nervously. I could tell he didn’t want to hang with me for long, and he probably thought I was a freak anyway because I was dressed for a date and I was solo (actually, now that I think about it, it would have been so much fun to have a date for this thing).
I ran into some other folks I hadn’t seen in a long time. They are in the fashion business as well (in fact, they work for Matt’s company) and we talked about the state of the business and how sucky it is right now. Got some really nice words of encouragement and conciliatory hugs (which were actually sincere and very sweet), including one from my friend S.’s mother. Love her!
I have some swirling thoughts about this job situation, but I don’t feel like dragging them out again right now.
Talked to Best Bud about it last night. She has some strong thoughts about taking something that I don’t have the warm fuzzies for (or at the very least, feel some excitement about). More on that later, I’m sure.
CC, my OKCupid date from the other night, has been texting me all morning. It’s so weird. His emails and texts are brilliant. In person, he just seems to be a different character. I don’t know how to describe it.
I’m struggling with something and fighting the urge to email/contact EXMS about some things. I have never felt more like a struggling addict in my life. I’m even nervous and twitchy. Why do I get this way? What does it take to stop this feeling? I worry that I’m going to spend the rest of my life searching for that feeling–the way he made me feel when we were at our best.
If only there was a real roadmap that could point me in the right direction. I swear, I feel like I’m standing at one of those crossroads with a bunch of signs that point off into a million different directions.
Take your pick!
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