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RUDY'S CAN'T FAIL CAFE - OAKLAND, CA |
And by desperate I don’t mean that I’m just going to smooch
on just ANY ol’ body, but I will say that I have indeed LOWERED my
EXPECTATIONS. I mean, I do understand
that as I get older, so do the potential men in my life, and thus, the
potential pool from which to draw. I get
all of this. What I DON’T get is why it
is so goddamn difficult to follow through with a simple f#cking
commitment.
This is, yet ANOTHER OKC (OK Cupid) flop. Another one in what is shaping up to be a very long list of OKC flops, as OKC continues to goes the way of Craigslist. As in: you used to be able to get a decent date on Craigslist; now what you can get on Craigslist ‘aint free.
So we virtually met, exchanged a couple of e-mail messages
of interest, and then I gave him my number.
We set up a date for a Tuesday evening, after he got off work (he does a
9 – 6 grind) at 7.
By noon that day, I found myself thinking “Could it really
be that I am going to go on a date with a REAL LIVE MAN?!? Could this really be happening?!?" By 3pm,
things were still *looking good* and by 5:00pm, he had texted a note of
cancellation: *working late.* What a
lame excuse, right? Except that THEN he followed
that text up with the following text at 5:10pm:
Have this last min
print job we got to do.
And I thought it was sweet of him to go through the trouble of describing his
excuse in detail. And then, at 10:10p.m.
the following text arrived:
Just wrapped up.
How sweet, right?!? So perhaps he was called in to work late, and
really was working; either that, or he’s got his elaborate stories pre-lined
up.
I texted him that I was happy to receive his play-by-play of
the evening and wanted to know if he wanted to set up a meet and greet for another
evening. That was October 21. Three days later, I get this text:
Sorry for the lag…my
phone took a shit...had to get a new one!
Quickly followed by:
Did I miss my window?
Again, I ask you dear reader: how could I resist? All of that potential, wrapped up in so much
humility and charm???
I thanked my potential suitor, this time for his fabulous excuse. A few text messages later, and we are, once again, set for Rudy’s – this time at 9:30pm for dessert.
I am teaching a yoga class prior to the date, so I tell him
that I will re-confirm at 9pm, which I do, and I hear nothing back. Well, no news is good news, my
optimist/desperate person suggests, and off I go - in FULL DAZZLE - out the door to Rudy’s.
Arriving promptly at 9:30pm, I decide that I should grab a
table and make my desperation look…less desperate. So I grab a table (next to a gentleman
sitting solo…see this is normal, right? Except that as i sit down and glance over, i can't help but notice that he is just wrapping up his meal...looking really, really bloated - almost as if it would hurt to move. And I cant help but think to myself that that is going to be me in a few short moments.), and by 9:40, I just KNOW he’s not
coming, but I text anyway:
Are you coming?
Crickets.
So I order the chili cheese fries (without the chili…the
waiter was- super nice to me to make the modification: he pitied me) and a chocolate malt. With a side of sadness and despair. And a
very difficult next day, gastrologically speaking.
I remain hopeful.
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