Things are finally looking up in the dating world. The turn of events include:
Life Coach stops by, and as we’re chatting I realize he would have asked me out by now if he were interested.
I hate getting ready for another dreaded date with a mysterious match man. My hair is especially crazy, I have a big zit, and I don’t look cute in my jeans. He turns out to be friendly and tells great stories of mountaineering around the globe as a Green Beret. I cringe a little when he asks about how much I ski and worry I’ve blown the interview. His parting words leave me hopeful I will hear from him again.
A nice man from the Sunday night party sends an email inviting me to a school play on Thursday.
Can I begin to hope I’m climbing my way out of dating purgatory?
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