Got up yesterday and got myself ready for my first date in 46+ years. Chose an outfit and carefully applied my make-up. Timed it so that I would get to the restaurant and parked before the designated meeting time, noon. Sat in my car so as not to be early. Braced myself and went in. But no Jimbo8808!
Figured maybe I was early so I walked up and down the block always keeping the entrance to the Morristown Deli in sight. No one who looked likeJimbo8808's online photo. Went back into the restaurant and asked if any man had arrived saying he was waiting for a date. Nope!
I was told that there was a guy with a small dog sitting alone on the back patio -- but no one asking about a date. By 12:30 I sat down and ordered lunch -- maybe I was mistaken and we were supposed to meet after 12:30 rather than at noon. I could only contact Jimbo8808 through pof.com and my computer was at home. I sat the whole time keeping an eye on the entry. My lunch finally arrived but Jimbo8808 didn't so I ate my sandwich still staring at the door. By 12:50 I had had it. Asked for the check, paid my bill. and went home.
Once I got home I sent Jimbo8808 an email saying he had to be kidding me. How could he not show up without canceling. Suddenly there was a slew of emails from Jimbo8808 -- where was I?; he was so sorry; ran into his friend sitting out back with the dog and decided to wait with him; and could I come back and have a late lunch or dinner with him? How stupid can a person be? He sat in back with his friend for an hour and never thought to check inside the restaurant where we were supposed to meet. I am not impressed. However, since he knew about the man with the dog, I am assuming he was telling the truth. I, on the other hand, am looking to get my first date out of the way and there aren't too many semi-decent prospects who are responding to my emails -- so I agreed to meet Jimbo8808 next Saturday for lunch at PaneVino in Livingston. If he doesn't show up again, I will at least like the food. And if he doesn't show up again, I am going to block him from communicating with me ever again. Bad enough that I am putting up with my AH husband -- I certainly don't want to deal with an AH first date.
At least I had a nice dinner. Met up with Cyndee who I met at two previously meetups. We ate at Tabor Road Tavern -- food was fine but the place is way too noisy for me. Cyndee and I spent the evening commiserating and swapping AH husband stories.
The this morning when I went to get the paper, I managed to lock myself out of the house. I think Tom's (my contractor) wife managed to turn the lever on the handle of the door from the garage into the basement causing the door to lock when it was shut. The back door to the laundry room and the front door to the house were locked too. No way in and there I was in my nightgown and a thin robe with no underwear. Luckily I had my phone with me and was able to call Jess who sent Mike over with the key. Unfortunately, it took Mike around 30 minutes to arrive (also in PJs -- we could have had a pajama party!) and I was freezing!
By that time I didn't have enough time to shower, get dressed, and travel to the meetup at a crafts fair for which I had signed up. I canceled and instead went to have another house key made which I put under the mat next to the door leading from the garage into the basement. If this ever happens again, I will at least have a hidden key that I can use. Realized how lucky I was to have my cell phone with me. Had I not had it I would have had to go to a neighbor (none of whom I know) and asked to use their phone. Only problem is that I don't know anyone's phone number by heart. I would have been screwed. Better to have a hidden key.
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