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Missing a Chance with Mr. Right
Some things just aren’t meant to be.
My date was supposed to arrive at seven o’clock. It’s been thirty minutes, and I think he’s a no-show. While I wait, I bring up his dating app profile on my phone. His face stares back at me, a grin I would have loved to get to know more intimately. But then I swipe up, deleting the image from my view. If only it were that easy to get rid of the disappointment.
I end up waiting another half-hour. I order one last glass of wine.
The empty chair across from me looms like an omen.
But I close my eyes and tip back my head to drink the wine.
Maybe I’ve just gotten a lot better at fooling myself.
The walk home makes the warmth the wine gave me begin to bleed away. By the time I’m halfway from my apartment complex, tears begin to slip down my cheeks, but I don’t even try to stop the deluge.
Am I going to end up alone?
The question makes my breath hitch. I think of my mother, divorced and alone, ruined for all other men because of the way my father broke her heart. But I don’t even have that shared history with someone. I don’t know if I want to have kids either, but I’d at least like the option.
