Sunday, March 27, 2022

#100cupsofcoffee // the repeat 🇬🇧

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. 

My first heartbreak since the summer of 2021, here we go.

The Repeat and I met in June of 2021. I was feeling sad over Rocketman. We had a nice first date, coffee, walking and talking on a perfect sunny summer Sunday. But we never reached back out to each other. Flash forward to February 2022 I see him again on Hinge and I’m pretty proud of my cheeky re-intro.

It worked and we set up our 2nd first date for coffee. The entire time, we sat almost touching and he leaned in while he spoke. I laughed and smiled the entire time. We were both happy we gave it another “crack.” 

I went on my birthday road trip. He texted me happy birthday.

Date 3, he set up a reservation for us at a winery downtown. He insisted on picking me up. It felt like a proper date. Upon arrival to the restaurant there were no reservations. 8PM on a Friday during restaurant week in Denver. If we didn’t have a table here, we didn’t have one anywhere. I stepped up. I was a little pushy with the hostess, but I secured us the table. By the end of the date she and I are best friends (I should go get her number). At the end of the night, he parks in front of my house, takes off his seatbelt and leans in for our first kiss.

"Your lips are very kissable.” I end the night in a swoon.

Date 4, we agree we should do a fun activity. He suggests mini golf. He picks me up again, can I say how much I’m enjoying this?! I pick Illegal Pete’s for dinner, my favorite and he’s never been to this Denver institution. We eat & drink. He loves dinner, then we head downtown. We both admit that we are overly competitive but after a second drink, I become more flirty than competitive. He ends up winning (obviously) and we sit down for a final drink. As we talk, all I want to do is kiss him. Finally as I feel the night winding down, I ask him. I am beginning to feel all in.

This time when he drops me off, I ask him to meet my friends the following weekend. I tell him to think on it, we kiss a final time and I fall into bed, but not before texting him.

Lesson: It’s better to have love and loss.

Soundtrack: With Or Without You

Drink more cups here☕️


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