I had a date tonight! He is around my age and he is from Boston too. We were to meet up in SD at this great cafe and I got stood up. I went in the place right on time. Loitered a bit looking around but no show. The waitress wanted to seat me but I declined and said I was waiting for someone. She said I could be seated and wait there but I said no as I wanted to make sure he showed up first. About 10 minutes into it I see this guy and think it might be him. It was difficult because he was wearing a baseball hat. I went over, said hi, introduced myself and we shook hands. All very nice but it wasn't him. The waitress shrugged her shoulders and put her hands palm up into the air. 30 minutes into it and she was still looking at me. I guess it is a no go I said and she said that it was his loss. How sweet. This place has the best cake in the city so I contemplated having a solo slice of sugar therapy but then declined. Instead I bought a book. It is called "This is For You". It is a remarkable little book and although I will never speak with that ass again, I know why I was at this cafe tonight. Here is an except from the book:
It's not that I feel alone - because I have friends. I have lots of friends. I know I have people who can hold me - and reassure me - and talk to me - and care for me - and think of me - but they can't be inside my head - with me all the time - FOR ALL TIME.
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