All Stood Up

On Friday, May 13, 2011, I was stood up. Yes, you read correctly. Stood up for a date. A date that I thought had possibilities. Well, possibilities now mean to me that he had a good job (professional - government benefits too), smart (very educated), had common interests (NPR, TV shows like the The Office and Teen Mom), and well, he was really tall (sorry Skee-Lo, but I wished you and any potential date are a way taller than me). So Friday, I waited at a restaurant for almost 30 minutes for him to show up. Thankfully, I never got a table, just had the buzzer. Unthankfully, I was all dressed up with my hair done and toes polished by a professional - BUT WITHOUT A DATE! "I'll take Cute and Manless for $200, Alex." Thankfully (again), I needed the hair and toes done anyway, so the cuteness is not a total waste.

Since most of you still don't know who I am, let me tell you. This has NEVER happened to me before. Don't get me wrong. I've been on dates where I wish the person didn't show up. I've been on dates that left me feeling sorry that I deserted my good book and/or TV for that evening. But never this. Maybe the guy's home training didn't include the lesson, If You Don't Really Like the Girl, Don't Ask Her Out. Til this moment, I still haven't heard from dude. I know him from school, so there is the chance of seeing him again. In fact, I know his address so I'm tempted to send him a box of Massengill with a note that says, "a douche for a douche!" But I won't. In fact, I haven't tried to contact him since the restaurant, when I left him a voicemail about the wait for the table and hoping that he gets here safely (aw, Christian Cleavage, you sound so naive and lame).

Some lessons you can learn from your girl. One, getting stood up sucks, just in case you've heard conflicting reports. That night I took Embarrassed for $500 and the Rejected Daily Double. Side bar - I don't know if it is Alex Trebek's birthday or where all of my Jeopardy references are coming from. You have to admit though. They fit with the story! The final realization and point I'll make is that the morning of my date I woke up really happy. Glass half-full happy. I went to work and was genuinely nice to people. I even said "Happy Friday" and I hate that stupid phrase. I was so anxious and excited because for a 30-year old single girl, a new date means hope. A new date means that maybe love and romance are not died. A new date means I have another chance to do it right. It also means God hasn't forgotten about me. So yes, for the first time in months, I was extremely happy and it felt good. After the events or lack there of occurred, it hit me. Why am I not waking up this happy every morning? Why on this rare occasion did I feel happy and content when really there are seven more months in this year that I need to feel that way? Heck, I need to feel that good for the rest of my life. Your girl needs to get happy and content on a daily. Your girl needs peace, which will bring both of those things.

In regards to my feelings on dating again, of course I will try again. One bad experience can't stop the entire show. I will probably just pray for discernment next time. What felt like the worst moment of my life was really God's protection. Who knows what drama the King of the Massengill throne could have brought into my life. Even with my ego bruised and my party dress back in the closet, I am still looking forward to the next man that God will allow in my life.