The "Ex" Files

John and I talked for a bit and figured out when and where to have our first date. We settled on a little Italian Restaurant that's about 15 minutes from my house. I used to go there with my parents when I was a kid. Everything on the menu is authentic and the recipes have been passed down for generations. I can't wait for tomorrow night! As I think about this date, I begin to overthink about what I'm going to wear and if it's going to impress him. I need to look HOT! I want to constantly be on his mind. Wow that sounds desperate. I have to reel it in so I don't lose myself. I will wear my favorite red dress with the slightly lowered neckline, my pearl earrings and necklace set that my grandmother gave me two Christmases ago, and some cute black heals with sparkly straps. I'll make sure to wear my sexiest perfume and definitely go easy on the makeup. I want him to really see me and my natural beauty.

I didn't sleep too well last night. I couldn't stop thinking about my date with John. I felt like a kid waiting to wake up on Christmas. All of the excitement and the unknown had me going crazy. As I got up and got ready for work, I started laying everything out for tonight. I want to come home and just jump into getting ready. Fridays were always the worst for me. It's the one day of the week that seemed to drag on and on. It's going to drag more knowing I have something to look forward to tonight. Ugh, time to go.

Work wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I kept pretty busy as usual, but it actually flew by. Hmm, maybe I need to look forward to things more. My hobbies aren't enough to keep me excited and entertained, but that can easily be fixed. Pretty soon I was home. I jumped in the shower and got ready. The excitement is killing me! Before I knew it, I was at the restaurant waiting for him to arrive. I ordered a glass of wine while I waited for him to walk through the door. I waited and waited, he never showed up. The waitstaff continued to ask me if I was ready to order, and every time they asked I told them I was waiting for someone. The look of pity on their faces became obvious and I decided it was time to leave. I paid for my drinks and left. I was fuming. Why would he ask me out and then not show up?! Was it because I didn't call him right away?! I walked through my door, changed into some jammies, and put away my shoes and jewelry. I figured I might as well get out a bottle of wine and binge watch something on Netflix. Who says you can't Netflix and chill by yourself?

I ended up falling asleep on the couch and realized I may have overdone it with the wine. Damn, my head is pounding. I went to the bathroom and popped some Tylenol. Time to make some breakfast, I need protein. Eggs and toast it is. After I ate, I realized I hadn't checked my phone. I find it on the couch and of course my battery is dead. I plug it in the charger and get into a hot shower. I just want to forget about last night. Once I was done getting dressed and comfortable, I went and sat on the couch and looked at my phone. 12 missed calls and just about the same amount of text messages. All from John. They all pretty much said the same thing. "I'm sorry, please call me", "please call me, I can explain", etc. I couldn't believe the bull crap he was sending me. He really thinks I would call him so he could "explain" why he stood me up? Nope, I don't think so. I block his number and decide it's best to continue to focus on myself.

The weekend passes and it's back to work on Monday. I stop at my favorite coffee shop, like I do every morning during the work week and order my coffee and a croissant. As I'm waiting for my order, I hear my name being called behind me. I turn around and it's John. Ugh, this guy. I ignore him and turn around, pretending I didn't hear him. Suddenly, I feel a hand pulling my shoulder back. I turn and push the hand away, John is not giving up. "What do you want"? He starts telling me some story about how he got rear ended and how he had to wait for a tow because his back bumper was dragging. So I asked him why he couldn't call me and tell me that instead of having me wait for him. His "phone died". Yea, ok. My order was ready and I walk out, John follows behind, desperately trying to get me to give him another chance. Finally, I had heard enough and turn around. "Fine, I'll give you one more chance, but that is it. Now let me get to work". He grins and walks away, pleased. I have a feeling I'm going to regret this.

Stay tuned for part 3!