"I'm sorry Nick, I can't meet you on Sunday evening, I play Quidditch."

She sent me pictures of her Quidditch team.

These people looked like they never had sex or had boyfriends or girlfriends.

I think there are brooms involved.

I'm pretty sure these people are virgins too!

"Well maybe some other time, I said"

"Ok, but it has to be before dark, the lights at night hurt my eyes. I don't ever go out at night!"

"I also don't drink, ever!" She said.

"Ok"

"I got a text late the next day, Nick I am in your town, lets meet at such and such coffee shop."

The text was sent at 9:45 A.M.

I didn't get out of bed until 2 P.M., I was still drunk from the night before.

"Amanda, I think it's better we meet for a drinks or dinner, I hate coffee shops, I used to work at Diedrichs in the 90's, I had my fill of dull, lifeless, people hanging out in coffee shops."

In the 90's you could work 20 hours a week at a coffee shop and play in bands and make it.

"Sorry Nick, but not liking coffee shops is unacceptable. Coffee shops offer items that are less expensive than most restaurants."

I had to laugh at that one. You have a Masters degree and I have nothing. Yet I make 3 or 4 times the amount you do each year.

Later that night I got a lengthy text stating the obvious. We were too different! I never met anyone that started work at 4 or 5 P.M. and worked until 2 am. She said.

"You are probably right!"

She wished me all the best.

08/26/2014

Posted on 08/26/2014
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