The Sea and the Apple guy
- Single in Oakland
- Jul 15, 2015
- 1 min read

I’m waiting at the bar at THE restaurant in Palo Alto. This is where shit goes down. This is where Elon’s biography started. This is my first Tinder date. As I’m drinking the sheshe cocktail to calm my nerves, all I can think is:
What if he sees me and leaves? I'm thinking I'm going to get a text saying, "Sorry, I can't." Then I laugh, knowing that I've already given myself my biggest fear. Other fears include: What if I meet him and he's the one? It will derail my independence, my dreams of traveling the country in my pop up food truck trailer; What if he's a midget?; What if I can't handle the night ending, I spend the night and am stuck in traffic for 4 hours trying to get to work? I have to show up in the same clothes.
We end up having a great time, he pays the exhorbinant bill, and just hug and awkwardly kiss in the parking lot before parting ways. We plan to meet up again but never do. We text a few times and then nothing. He didn’t run, he wasn't the one, and it’s a-ok because this will be the first of many, many dates.

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