Wilbur, the first of the 2011 Wilburs and I set up a meet at a coffee shop in a mall. Not a normal coffee shop, the one attached to the Nordies. So it’s more overpriced.
Maybe they charge extra for the so hot it burnt off half my tongue water.
Turns out Wilbur and I went to the same college…. But he graduated in 99… whereas I graduated from MIDDLE SCHOOL in 99. Yeah, that’s right. Age isn’t really a thing, but I will admit it weirded me out to here him talk about graduating and not wanting this new fangled school “email” thing. I had already had an e-mail address for 3 years by the time he graduated.
Yeah.
Wilbur was a failed movie score composer. He worked in the back of a corporate billing office now. He would not stop talking about various composers and when I brought up one or two score composers I actually knew and liked, he made a face and said “ughh I hate them. It’s just noise not art” and when I said it set a great mood he said “yeah, NOISE mood”.
Other then this little bit of bitchy the date was errr beige? Tan? Not even Vanilla, just a nondescript beige. Just… meh.
There is nothing worse then a dull first date. The convo was not stimulating, the guy had obviously put up pics from ages and ages ago (5 years a whole lot of weight and skin damage ago), and the most interesting thing about the date was waiting for his late ass to get to the outdoor courtyard, because I got to read a chapter of my very thrilling book.
He said he’d call me. He did not. I don’t know if I should be grateful or insulted that he found me just as uninteresting.
I’m going to go with grateful and be glad
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