Plan B

I was SUPPOSED to go on a cheese tasting road trip with Stargazer this weekend.

But about four hours before our date, I got a cancellation text from him.

He had a family commitment and then went out for drinks with a friend.

I’m not gonna lie.

I was deeply disappointed.

I’d showered, shaved (pits and pubes, you know the routine), done my hair, packed a sexy nightie, drove for over an hour, and done special makeup for our date so when I got his message, I was sitting outside Nadine’s house waiting for her to arrive, I was fighting tears.

But this is not a post about disappointment.

No.

It’s a post about LOVE.

Because Nadine scooped me up, took me to Korean BBQ and cheered me up.

Even though I wasn’t the most pleasant company.

She said, “We’ll do what we do at Burning Man when Plan A falls apart. . . we’ll do PLAN B.”

And that’s EXACTLY what we did.

We went back to Nadine’s place, drank 2 bottles of champagne (actually prosecco, but who cares), ate sushi and played Cards Against Humanity.

Neither one of us wanted to win after I declared, “You’re a shit person if you win at Cards Against Humanity.”

We drank and ate and laughed and had the most wonderful time.

Nadine promised in the morning that we’d go wine tasting in Livermore together.

And that’s just what we did, right after she picked up cheese and crackers for us to enjoy.

How sweet is she?

We hit Concannon Winery, Ruby Hill Winery, and had a delightful lunch at Garré Winery.

This post is all about love, maybe not the romantic kind of love that poets write sonnets about.

Maybe it’s only the kind of love that people write blog posts about, but this weekend the love of a friend made the a whole world of difference in my life and instead of sitting around feeling sad and rejected, I had a great time with Nadine exploring the East Bay.

And even though I lack the words to fully express my gratitude to her, I hope Nadine knows that I am indebted to her for her kindness.

I think I can say with all honesty Plan B was not too shabby.

0 for 2

Oy, are my dating skills OFF.

This week I tried to schedule two dates.

Date #1 was with a sexy photographer.

Yes, I know.

Despite my wariness of photographers, I agreed to a date.

First, he got the date wrong.

Then he cancelled.

Ok fine.

Maybe this is the universe trying to tell me something:

Like DON’T DATE PHOTOGRAPHERS.

At least I wont have to worry about him pointing a camera at me while trying to talk me out of my clothes.

And THEN. . .

I set up a date with a welder.

I was hesitant (again) but he seemed awfully nice until SUDDENLY he wasn’t all that nice.

He asked me which one of my pictures was the most recent.

All my pics are recent (within a year).

So I told him: They were all taken within the last year. Does it matter?

And he replied: Just curious.

Then he tacked on a wee little commentary: Sheesh.

Just curious. Sheesh.

And that was it.

The straw that broke the camel’s back.

Here I am trying to make a connection with someone and he’s giving me attitude.

This does not bode well.

And so it was that 15 minutes after I scheduled a date with a welder, I cancelled the date.

Perhaps I was a little rough on him.

Maybe I should have been more understanding.

But I was on the fence with him as it was and he just pushed me over to the other side.

I mean come on!

What am I? A piece of meat that’s being inspected or a person with feelings and emotions who needs to be valued as a whole person and not just a picture taken within the last year.

Sheesh!

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