It seems like I have at least one every vacation. It's always the same thing - I start the vacation off enthusiastically, looking forward to setting my own schedule and to seeing only the things that I want to see. And for the first while I do enjoy it. I check out some geeky science museums that no one else would want to visit. I take a few hundred photos of the same building. I read a book without interruption.
And then, it happens. I have a day where
I get tired of asking for a single ticket at attractions or where I've
had enough of sitting alone in restaurants, and I find myself having the
kind of horrible, terrible, no good, very bad vacation day that really
should be banned by some higher power. Such was today. I wandered
miserably through the California Academy of Sciences, overcome with
thoughts of "woe is me", feeling like the loneliest and most dejected
person on the face of the earth.
(I may be prone to melodrama)
The things is, I'm tired of vacationing alone. And...well...to make things worse...there's this girl...
probably shouldn't jinx things by even writing about it, but it's been
consuming my thoughts unreasonably, so I'm throwing caution to the
wind. A few months ago, after my latest relationship ended, I found
myself back on the online dating site. I had no intention of actually
messaging anyone, as I wanted to remain focused on my upcoming exam, but
I convinced myself I could "just look". (Hahahahhahahhaha) While
"just looking", I came across someone who not only could write a
grammatically correct sentence but had also done some interesting things
with her life. I was very intrigued, but I stuck with my initial plan
to not actually get involved, and so I didn't message her.
month later, my resolve failed, and I decided to start messaging people
on the site. The only problem? The interesting girl had stopped
logging on. So I messaged some other (less interesting) people and had
one abysmal date that led me to want to never date again*. And then the
interesting girl reappeared. And I messaged her. Problem #2? She was
heading off to a remote location and would be out of internet contact for
most of a month.
So I waited. And then she returned to
the world of the internet. And we started chatting. And rather than
getting less interesting, she got more interesting the more we
chatted. To the point where I found myself really wanting to meet
her...except that she was still away, and therefore meeting her was
And then she came back. On February 14. The
day before I left for San Francisco. And while I could, technically,
have met her in the brief period of time when we happened to be in the
same city, I thought that meeting on Valentine's Day might be putting a
bit too much pressure on things. So I left meeting until I get back
home from San Francisco.
And so now, I find myself in a
strange city, trying hard to enjoy my time off and to enjoy all of the
amazing sites and tastes and smells of a hard-earned vacation. But my
mind? My mind is back home, sitting in a coffee shop, awkwardly meeting
the interesting girl who has consumed my thoughts for the past few
*I will write about
this sometime, as it has officially taken over the position of worst date
ever, and I have been on a lot of really bad dates. I just don't have
the strength to write about it at the moment.