Timing is Everything
I was supposed to have a date last night. He asked me when I was free on Friday, and I said, “Sunday” and he told me he’d text me when he got off of work. Obviously, I work on Monday morning, and on nights when I have to work the next day, I try to make sure that I’m getting ready for bed at 9pm since my bedtime routine takes an hour, and I like to be under the covers by 10pm.
This fool didn’t text me until 10:20pm like, “What are you doing?” “Are you there?” You really think I’m going to go out with some dude I’ve never met at 10pm on a Sunday night? Think again. I didn’t even see the messages until I woke up the next morning.
Funny thing is, I am so grateful that I basically got stood up. You see, when I was journaling before bed last night, I was writing and writing and writing, and when I got to the section about what happened that day, I couldn’t think of anything super significant even though I had just gotten stood up. Obviously, my head and my heart are not invested in dating right now, and it took some inconsiderate jerk to show me that I’m focused on other things, and maybe I don’t need to be dating right now. So, I’m grateful for timing...even if that timing’s past my bedtime.
