Saturday, July 11, 2020

#100cupsofcoffee // numéro un deuxième partie ☕

100 Cups Of Coffee is my journey through divorce, dating & self-discovery. 

My single journey began in 2015 when I decided to leave my husband & again when Ocean Eyes broke up with me in May 2020. It all feels like forever ago. The ghosts of a life in transition.

The days since have brought all the self-love. I'm proud of where I am, guided by therapy, and a newfound self-awareness, boundaries in place. May the odds be ever in my favor.

Starbucks. City Park, Denver, CO. Sweet Cream Cold Brew.

Numéro un deuxième partie. Let me jog your memory of Number One here. Part two is coming in hot for you and me.

Flashback: I worked with Numéro un deuxième partie. He was on vacation my first day. The buzz around me meeting the last employee filled the facility. A few days later that buzz landed on me. It lingered. And the more I tried to avoid him, the closer he came.

Soon his office shared a wall with mine.

A work trip popped up to Las Vegas of all places. I begged the universe for him not to go. The Universe ignored me. Maybe I should have spoken louder? Ugh. What happend in Vegas? My lust clouded my vision for two days and then proceed to fly back to Denver.

Cut to July, 2020: Two months into my break up. Two weeks after the last time I saw Ocean Eyes. It hit me. I could finally indulge in my two year crush. I wrote up an email. I found it on Linkedin. Stalker much? Took a few days to send it. He replied with a yes.

City Park a few days later: I came with coffee, he came in an Uber. A THIRTY MINUTE Uber I say. Wow. Already impressed. Boring, boring, we caught up. Good stuff, he suggested we ride the swan boats on the park lake. Uh, yes please. Take the lead and suggest all the cuteness. Paying is great too. 10/10.

We paddled around for an hour, me trying not to lock his eyes or touch his hand. He did all the work. I basked in the perfect-ness of our first date.

An hour went by fast and soon we were back at the dock. I offered to give him a ride home and the conversation was so great I missed our exit. Oh darn more time.

I dropped him off to a hug (What?! After two years?!) BUT an “I loved this, let’s do it again.” Again was the following day! He must really like me. We all know I really liked him. Second hug ending.

Date three ended (or date 4 began) with an “I’m not leaving, yet,” from my front door. I swooned into his arms and laid me on the bed. 

And just like that, 3 weeks later he disappeared. Just like Number One.

Lesson: People ghost you for a reason. And the reason has nothing to do with you. Let it go and move on.

Drink more cups here ☕️

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