The Flakey Comedian (Part 1)

A few months ago I tried Tinder for about 5 minutes. As if it was hard enough to find someone worth speaking to on dating sites, I was now limited to even less pictures and nearly no biography about the person at all. A few weeks ago I reinstalled the App to give it another chance anyway. (Hence this post.) I exchanged a few messages with some mutual right-swipe matches, but it wasn’t really going anywhere until this to-the-point message exchange:
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We switched to texts and I was excited to discover that she was as talkative as I usually am. Due to conflicting schedules we made plans to meet the next weekend. She wasn’t incredibly attractive in her pictures, but she had this familiar-look I found intriguing. I could’ve sworn I’d seen her do stand-up comedy before. Turns out she was an aspiring comedian, and actually had performed at places I’d been. I’m still not sure I’ve actually seen her, though. As the weekend we were meeting drew near, the plan changed. Now she was working late that night and celebrating her birthday with her friends at a giant joint birthday party the rest of the weekend. She invited me, but something about the idea of first meeting someone in a date-like setting surrounded by all their friends on their birthday was off-putting. She rescheduled for during the week with one of those “I’ll definitely get back to you” messages. About a week and a half passed, along with our supposed date-night and I was starting to give up on the idea of her when suddenly I got an apology text about a busy week and free Saturday night coming up. Part of me knew I should’ve turned her down for being so flakey in the first place, but another part of me thought “Who are you kidding, it’s not like you have ANYTHING else going on.” The date was set.

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