5/16/2005
 
Romance is dead.

I was stood up. I waited in the Starbucks (!) for half an hour until I gave up the game. By this time I’d finished three mocha choca lattes and was bouncing around the tastefully decorated - but soulless - coffee house walls. Probably just as well he didn’t show. With my dangerously high caffeine levels I might have made him cry.

He sent a text (!) two hours later. He’d overslept (!). I’m down with barman and their nocturnal ways *giggles* but there’s no future with a person who doesn’t rise until early evening. Not even with a discount on Bacardi Breezers when his boss isn’t looking.

So, romance is dead. Long live clear-headed reasoning.
 

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