i may be a loser but at least my morals are intact?
So I think I may have rejected the first date I’ve been asked on all summer which makes me a real LOSER.
The trick here is that the date was offered in Aspen, Colorado. The dude has an insane travel schedule and absent potentially being able to take me to the US Open (yes my life is that hard), he likely will not be able to see me for a few weeks, but has business meetings and I believe a residence in Aspen, so he could take me to dinner out there? This sounds a bit more BSC (batshit crazy) than it actually is, because when he is going to be out there my godparents are going to be out there as well and that was sort of how the invite came up. He would obviously book everything, pay for everything, and I just need to show up at the airport on time-which is actually kind of a struggle for me. No dates all summer and then a dude who wants to fly me out to Aspen for a first date. When did dating become so complicated and absurd? When I was fourteen (barely) and Keith Riggio asked me out he wrote me a note in neon green pen, that was passed to me via mutual friend, that said, “Do you want to go out?” I had the option of circling either yes, no, or maybe. Life was so much easier in 1997.
Who am I and how has my life become such a joke? I respectfully declined the generous invitation because having only had two one-hour long conversations with the guy I just didn’t think flying out to Aspen to hangout with him at the Snowmass Club would be the best idea in the history of the world, so I guess I’m settling for either the US Open or continued celibacy and spinsterhood.
PS-I’m pretty sure in addition to showing up, I would also have been expected to put out which just isn’t something classy girls do on a first date.
“A girl should always be two things: classy and fabulous”
- Coco Chanel
