I WEAR A RED DRESS this time, willing to be appear a bit fancier since it’s going to be my last first date for a while. I’ve been doing better mental health wise, so this experiment worked either way, but I’m over meeting new people.
Tiffany gives me a thumbs up after I put on blood-red lipstick and hugs me. “If nothing else, you’re learning how much better you are than the majority of the men available.”
“I don’t know if that’s a great thing.”
“And you’re not settling or accepting any bullshit. Roger did ask me if you wanted to go out again, but then he got skeevy, so I blocked him.”
I don’t even want to know the details, so I just give her a peck on her cheek before heading out. I get to the old fashioned diner—which I immediately fall in with—and I hope this is a positive sign that
