Today’s post is a rerun. Sorry, I’ve done that a few times lately…
I’m not able to write/haven’t been able to.
When I thought of what I wanted to do about it, I thought I might skip today. And then I decided that since I needed a laugh, I’d repost something funny.
But I Have Rope
So yesterday I mentioned a dinner party. At some point in the evening we got to talking about online dating, I don’t remember how. Anyway, we shared stories of people who used old pictures, lied about their height – all the usual stuff.
My story, I think, had them all beat. It was a Saturday afternoon. A coffee date in my neighborhood. The man arrived and was clearly 5-10 years older than his picture and creepy. He just has this vibe that made me want to run away. But I have manners, so I stayed and made polite chit-chat for about 10-15 minutes. And then I said that it was nice meeting him and it was so very kind of him to come to my ‘hood but I was thinking we weren’t a good match and I was going to head home. His reply, “but I have rope in my bag”.
Tags: coffee date, nice