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| Me on the ferry |
That puts things in perspective.
My losing streak continues. Status quo. Ho hum. Still, it
doesn’t feel so good.
I am cursed with bad luck when it comes to dating. I keep
thinking it has to turn around, but that damned bad luck bucket is bottomless.
I kick it and it keeps rolling right back.
I barely slept last night. I’d like to think it was from too
much pasta but, yeah, I was looking forward to today’s date. This one felt
different. I was truly interested, fully invested. I wanted it to work. My
alarm went off at 6:45, I got up, fed the dog and then headed out while it was
still dark to fit in a jog. I hate any form of morning exercise, but with the
date set for the middle of the day, an early run was the only option.
Back home, I decided to forego the electric shave for a
smoother, bloodier process. I spritzed on my new Hermès cologne—can’t wear it
in the workplace; everything is scent sensitive. I tried on a half dozen shirts
multiple times and went through equally indecisive rounds for pants, socks and
shoes. Sometimes that dang ferry is a
blessing. It’s the only thing that got me out the door.
The sailing was beautiful: sunshine, a hot cup of Starbucks,
a little table to do some writing. Then, the text came.
Ahh crap James. I have
to take a rain check today. Some of my staff called in sick and I have to go in
to work. So sorry. Really wanted to see you.
Clive runs his own business. Work happens. I get it.
Of course, it would have been nice to know before I spent
fifty bucks on the ferry. And now I’d have at least two hours to kill before
catching the next ferry.
We texted back and forth. There was a possibility he could
leave at some point in the afternoon. Fine. It was a rare occasion to linger in
Vancouver. I could call some friends, shop, find a café to write. There are
many ways to make lemonade.
But first I got a cinnamon bun. I deserved some comfort
food.
I couldn’t reach anyone so I passed the day shopping. Yes, I
contributed $1,300 to the Vancouver economy. It wasn’t all clothes. Bought a
chair, too. I can’t attribute the spree to Clive. I’ve been finding great joy
in shopping of late. With all I’m saving on commuting costs, the money has to
go somewhere. Paying down the mortgage is the responsible thing to do, but it
doesn’t have the wow factor of a new purple jogging jacket and green jeans.
(How is it I’ve waited this long for a pair?!)
My credit card still had plenty of room, but I’d reached my
limit. No word from Clive. I headed back to the ferry terminal.
No date for today. My dog deserves a little weekend time.
And frankly, I’m not feeling so excited anymore.
