So I am here at Metto. I decided today was the day that I would actually talk to my potential mysterious man crush. Maybe talk to is a strong phrase, more like make eye contact or give a solid head nod. All morning I debated on whether or not to come here. I changed my outfit twice (which is a huge step for me) I even brushed my hair. Made sure my outfit matched and brushed my tooth. I then made the journey over to Metto. I finally get the courage and guess what?? Mr. Mysterious is MIA. Go figure. So there I am, standing at the door, looking defeated. (Cussing on the inside) I decided I may as well get some iced coffee to repair the hopes and confidence. While standing there, I realize there are no seats to spare in this place which always puts me in a bad mood. I go over to the fixin's station for some cream and sugar. Then this very nice man (who is not as cute as crush #1, but super friendly + he was wearing boots) comes up and says:
"If you are planning to sit a while, you can share my table with me."
Wow. Now that was nice. Then we started conversing. Minutes turned into hours...JUST KIDDING. Sorry I couldn't help it. Ha. He was very nice though and I was super grateful for a seat. I don't think it was love at first sitting. Okay now I am dying laughing. Table sharing man just left and what do you know? A very nice older man has just asked to share this ol table. I think I need to re-evaluate the vibes that are being emitted. He is very nice though. I would guess he's in the 58-67 age range. Oh well.
So there you have it. Betty's first quest for love was not what I would call successful. Here's to round two. Hopefully.
*I would like to add that I have been sitting here the whole entire time listening to "Have a little faith in me," the John Hiatt/Dawson's Creek version on repeat and it makes me want to cry every single time. I think it is time to re watch all the Dawson's Creek episodes. It could do this heart good.