If you all haven't gotten the hint yet, I love coffee shops. Every time I'm in town (any town) you can find me at a local coffee shop. The more mom and pop, the better. Matter of fact, I am at one writing this right now, and it's one of my favorites. Located in Portland Oregon, the cafe is called the Bipartisan cafe. The special part of this blog post is, well it comes with much laughter, stemming from a tinder date I had here once. I wrote all about it the next day, but it was just too fresh to tell at the time. Now that many moons have passed, I thought it was time to give you all a laugh. Maybe my old date will have a read at this, and a laugh as well.
"When I stay in Portland, I stay with someone I have known for a very long time, someone who I love and admire. My old high school teacher. She is who fits the mold for multiple things in my life. A teacher at times, a mother at others, a sisterly figure when needed, and most of all my mentor and friend. Her name is Jan, and she is one of my spirit angles in this life of mine.
While staying at Jans house here in Portland, I went on a tinder “date”, and realized how shallow I had become when it came to me just wanting to go out on a date. It was an obsession I was having, and it stemmed from physical appearance, and he needed to have glasses like Clark Kent, who was always a hunk to my imagination. I went on the date, and when we met he was shorter then I liked, and of course that did not fill to my desires of whatever superman alto ego I had in my imagination for this poor man.
Before I left, Jan and her boyfriend Gary had joked about walking by the cafe that they had recommended to me – The Bipartisan Café, while I was on my tinder date.
While in her bathrobe, we were laughing at how funny it would be for her to “Mom-Bomb” me. I kind of thought maybe she would do it, but she was all ready for bed and lounging. There would be no way at this point that they would make an effort to drive 15 minutes out of the way, for a joke as good as that one.
I found myself at that moment of an unconventional yawn. It was the kind of yawn that look as if I was unimpressed and a bit bored, but mostly, I was tired and not caffeinated at this hour of 11 o’clock.
It was then that Jan and Gary walked by the cafe, and my eyes bulged out of my face as if I was having a heart attack. My date looked at me concerned at this moment of surprise, and whiffed something funny going on, and looked behind him towards the outside window. All that there was to see was an older couple walking some dogs past the coffee house, and only for about 2.5 seconds. He then turned around, looking back at me, trying to figure out why I looked like I shit my pants. At this point, my eyes were back to normal, but my brain was running a mile a minute and I was cracking the hell up on the inside. And no, I didn’t inform my date on what had happened. It was just too good.
I have officially been mom bombed, and I have officially quit tinder.