If you scroll back several posts to “Anatomy of a Speed Date,” you’ll see that I met a guy named J at speed dating several weeks ago and we were a match.
He asked me out for Valentine’s Day. I said yes. He invited me to an event ironically at WGBH, where I used to work. I was excited – date and a chance to see old co-workers – and I assumed he bought tickets. On Monday, one of my GBH friends mentioned to me that the event was sold out so I emailed him and told him that it might be crowded, so he should text me if he couldn’t find me there. He responded and said that we should try something else. I suggested another event and said, “This even will also sell out. We should get tickets now.” Guess what? Yep, event sold out, no tickets.
So, he then suggested that we meet up and find something else to do. Me, being the (obviously) intelligent woman who plans ahead, knew that we’d continue to come up against more stumbling blocks. It was Valentine’s Day, after all, when restaurants hike up their prices and sell out their best tables weeks (or, if the man is scheduling, hours) in advance.
I lost my momentum, my steam. I had just gotten through a busy work day (love my job, by the way!) and wasn’t into time suckage. So, I told him I was going home. I had been fighting a stress headache.
We “battled” it out over text. He was even willing to drive to Quincy to meet me (near my home). I told him another night. So, we made plans for tonight.
And, to be honest, I’m super stressed this week. I have a tremendous amount of work to get done before I leave for vacation on Friday. So I decided that the best thing for me was to postpone the date until I get back.
So, the date is postponed until late Feb. Tonight, when I’m done with my post-work volunteer meeting, I can go home and do what is hanging over my head – pack!