Did I ever tell you about the time I got stood up by a Tinder date?
It was my first time EVER getting stood up.
Sadly, it would not be the last time.
The thing was, I was kind of excited about this date and so I popped in at home, brushed my teeth, fluffed my hair, and actually misted myself with spray glitter.
Yes, I know, how very millennial of me, no?
And very playa unfriendly.
But I wasn’t on the playa, I was in Los Gatos.
We were scheduled to meet at at Oak & Rye, a nice pizza place that serves my favorite beer – Panty Peeler by Midnight Sun.
As I’m WALKING INTO THE RESTAURANT, I happen to glance at my phone and I have a message from my date.
I was peeved by the whole experience.
AND HE SPELLED MY NAME WRONG!
Mentally, I wrote him off.
I was sorely tempted to reply:
NO RAINCHECK NEEDED!
But that’s just my inner bitch freaking out.
I actually sent no reply.
Sometimes actions speak louder than words.