Mr. Uber: Why Hello!
K: Hi?
M.U.: Are you not allowed to talk to other riders in an Uber? This is my first ride.
K: Um, sure you can talk. First ride, really?!
M.U.: Yeah, I take the metro - but this is turning out to be great! So, what do you do?
K: Business development at a law firm.
M.U.: That is amazing, I have an MBA and do project development. So, do you think I can get your number?
K: Why, do you need legal help?
M.U.: Hahaha, no, I think you are gorgeous!!
K: Well then....
M.U.: Too forward? You must get it all the time though, you are really beautiful!
K: Ha, okay you can have my card.
M.U.: What about your cell?
K: Eh, you can start with that.
This all took place in under 2 minutes. I won't take you through the rest of the ride, but it involved a very awkward conversation that our driver, Alla, was amazing enough to moderate. Once home I figured I'd get an email or call that night, so imagine my surprise when I didn't hear anything all weekend. I figured that this was the end of my tale of romance in the modern world - and if nothing else I'd get some happy hour traction out of the ride portion of the tale. However, Tuesday morning I came into a voicemail from Mr. Uber asking if we could continue our conversation on business development. A few back and forth calls later we set a date for the following Friday to check out a local brewery.
This past Friday, I put on my lipstick and headed out at a reasonable time for the big date. For once, I arrived early and was able to sweet talk a table out of the host. Mr. Uber was flustered - as he apparently couldn't get an Uber (ha!) - so he was a few minutes late and walked right by my table. By the time he sat down I knew that this was going to be one short lived romance, and 2 hours later as I texted my friends the following highlights from the evening - from the sanctuary of my apartment - I was proven right: He gave me the exact day he met his ex (June 26) and the date they broke up (February 9); He told me that the ex broke his heart and that he could "write a book" about the number she did on him; He has lived here for 2 years and has exactly 3 friends, one of whom is said ex - but "no need for me to worry because they are just friends;" and the kicker - He did not leave a tip. So yeah, my great modern love story ended up leaving much to be desired. But there were some silver linings: I found out that the local brewery makes a mean shepherd's pie and has a solid American Ale on tap, I have a fabulous new lipstick that holds up through a date, my dear readers get a fun story, and I was willing to step out of my comfort zone and go on a real blind date. So yeah, I'm still counting it as a win -in the month of Kara!
K: Well then....
M.U.: Too forward? You must get it all the time though, you are really beautiful!
K: Ha, okay you can have my card.
M.U.: What about your cell?
K: Eh, you can start with that.
This all took place in under 2 minutes. I won't take you through the rest of the ride, but it involved a very awkward conversation that our driver, Alla, was amazing enough to moderate. Once home I figured I'd get an email or call that night, so imagine my surprise when I didn't hear anything all weekend. I figured that this was the end of my tale of romance in the modern world - and if nothing else I'd get some happy hour traction out of the ride portion of the tale. However, Tuesday morning I came into a voicemail from Mr. Uber asking if we could continue our conversation on business development. A few back and forth calls later we set a date for the following Friday to check out a local brewery.
This past Friday, I put on my lipstick and headed out at a reasonable time for the big date. For once, I arrived early and was able to sweet talk a table out of the host. Mr. Uber was flustered - as he apparently couldn't get an Uber (ha!) - so he was a few minutes late and walked right by my table. By the time he sat down I knew that this was going to be one short lived romance, and 2 hours later as I texted my friends the following highlights from the evening - from the sanctuary of my apartment - I was proven right: He gave me the exact day he met his ex (June 26) and the date they broke up (February 9); He told me that the ex broke his heart and that he could "write a book" about the number she did on him; He has lived here for 2 years and has exactly 3 friends, one of whom is said ex - but "no need for me to worry because they are just friends;" and the kicker - He did not leave a tip. So yeah, my great modern love story ended up leaving much to be desired. But there were some silver linings: I found out that the local brewery makes a mean shepherd's pie and has a solid American Ale on tap, I have a fabulous new lipstick that holds up through a date, my dear readers get a fun story, and I was willing to step out of my comfort zone and go on a real blind date. So yeah, I'm still counting it as a win -in the month of Kara!
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