So I had another date today. Or, more like an interview. I had been messaging with The Interviewer for a couple of days. He would shoot off questions to me faster than I could respond. He is retired, well traveled and used good grammar. Yipeee! He suggested we meet for a ‘beverage’. I replied, ‘yes, I would love to meet for a drink’ and added a martini emoji. I left it to him to pick the time and place. Well, sadly, he chose a Starbucks in the middle of the day. I playfully responded ‘you obviously mistook my martini glass emoji for that of a coffee cup’ and I’m pretty sure it went right over his head. He responded that if I wasn’t a fan of foo foo coffees, we could go to the McDonald’s right next door. Uhm, WHAT?!
I’m not a fan of coffee dates. I’m even less of a fan of Starbucks. Know what’s even worse than that? Yeah, having a date/interview/meetup at McDonald’s. I may have agreed to a daytime coffee date, but I certainly won’t be doing that at a McDonald’s. Starbucks it is. Yey. Not. Oh well, you can’t win if you don’t play, right? I texted to confirm our coffee meet today and half hoped he would cancel. As luck would have it, he didn’t.
I changed out of the sweats I have been wearing for 2 days (don’t judge me, it’s cold here), took a shower, washed my hair, tried to remember how to apply makeup and put on jeans, a sweater and cute little booties. Then changed my sweater as it didn’t show any cleavage. What?! Daylight interview style coffee date or not, I need to play to my assets, right?
He was nice and interesting and retired and loved to travel. He also happened to mention that he had 2 young children (which, later in the conversation changed to 3). How small you ask? WAY too small for a 50 year old man to have! I draw the line at graduated from high school. His youngest should be doing that sometime right around the year 2040. No thank you.
We had a nice conversation, spoke about our travels, drank our coffees and then parted ways. Not too painful, not too exciting and not too long lasting. On to the next……
Oh, and I still haven’t heard back from The Professor. Guess he’s either REALLY sick or just REALLY uninterested in rescheduling our date. Either way, it’s okay. Sigh……..