Somehow I knew this was going to happen

Well, I was stood up this morning!

Yes, I had a date with a man from my Internet dating site -- for a breakfast date, just to meet and say hello and chat for a little while before work. This is supposed to be good, since no one has to be at all concerned about getting killed, or having to come up with a good and inoffensive reason not to sleep with someone -- there is a very definite terminus pro tem -- the workday is starting soon! And if you are uncomfortable, you can speed it up a bit -- "Oh, my commute is going to take half an hour," or something like that.

And still, I was toying with the idea of leaving him a quick e-mail and bagging on the whole deal. Just because I'm a coward, as we all know.

But I did not! No, I showered and dressed and combed and drove over to Sully's, getting there about five minutes early -- and then I sipped that extra-good coffee, and waited. And waited. And chatted with the owner/chef (whom I always call "Sully" in my head) and ordered oatmeal with raisins and toast, and waited. And finally I got up and paid my bill and left.

And although it makes a good story, it didn't bother me a bit. In fact I was quite glad and relieved not to have had to make conversation with anyone at all. I got a hot breakfast that I didn't have to make myself, I got some of that great coffee, and I got a few sentences with Sully. A good time was had by all!