So, last night I set my first rendezvous from Tinder. She’s a cute girl and seems to have a quirky sense of humor, which I adore. I let her know I was going to be in her neighborhood, and she suggested we meet up for a drink after I finish up with business.

Who can resist an offer like that, right?

Well, she went radio silent today. No big deal... everyone’s on their own journey, and I can appreciate that. I’ll likely never know why she flaked...

However, experience has demonstrated that I still tend to attract those with less than stellar self-esteem... no matter how attractive she is. And since I come from that world, I totally get it.

You agree to meet someone. The “what if’s” start rolling.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if he freaks when he sees me in person? Oh my God, what if he DOES like me? What if he wants to sleep with me? What if I want to sleep with him? What if we go. too. far...

I know, I’ll just block his number/ignore his texts/pretend my phone died/whatever flavor of the month for flaking works.

And it’s always ALWAYS so much better to just say, “Hey, I changed my mind.”

But, as a former resident... when you don’t even respect yourself enough to take a chance on something special, you don’t respect your own time—much less anyone else’s. It doesn’t matter that this guy took time out of his busy life to get to know you. Maybe you’d rather hide at home with a pint of Häagen-Dazs and think things like, “He wouldn’t have liked me anyway,” or, “I wouldn’t have liked him anyway.”

I get it. I’m not even disappointed. Okay, perhaps a little. But mostly, I’m just sad... for her and others like her.

Girls, stop running from life. Embrace it. Take a chance. Have some fun.

The worst regrets are the missed opportunities... not the screwed up ones.

What i'm listening to:

Only Happy When It Rains
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