I accepted a date, for today, a motorcycle ride on a gorgeous day, with a local guy, 40 miles away. I showered, I shaved, I painted my toenails, and I put on my sexiest motorcycle-friendly sundress.
And I got stood up.
I didn’t wait around, pining. I put in a good day’s work by noon, canning veggies from the garden, and then went to another way-too-small-time countrified festival. I’ve left my comfort zone two days in a row now. Aren’t you proud of me? I am. And I am putting myself out there. I am not hibernating in my cave, where it’s safe and comfortable. And yet, I remain unrewarded. By my definition, anyway.
Then I came home and fired off another couple of messages to some more guys. The best matches are all on the west coast. Is that an omen?
Guess we will see. Damn it, these lessons in patience. Wherefore, and whence-coming is the reward?