We meet for coffee at a nondescript Starbucks. Rain, whipped into a frenzy by a harsh November wind, slashes against the window and casts subtle shadows over the holiday specials board. Toasted White Chocolate Mocha. Eggnog Latte. He offers to pay. We sit at an available table for two near the bathroom and I shred a piece off of the sleeve on my cup. By the end of this minute encounter, it will be in pieces.
This Starbucks, one of many clones, is the ideal background, where a cup of coffee buys you an hour or two of real estate in a semi-public place. Now and then, one of the customers closes their laptop and squeezes past our table to use the facilities.
To everyone who passes, it must be obvious what is happening between us. We are two somethings who have made a series of small steps toward each other. I burn my tongue on my tea and clear my throat. In the era of fidget spinners and streaming television, each of us has a small window of opportunity to make a lasting impression and that window is already shrinking.
Where, oh where, in Collin County are the millennials? Once upon a time, almost as soon as Match. The drama of the episode revolves around Blah Blah insisting that Ted tells everyone that they met in a cooking class instead.
The show is not kind to Blah Blah, whose behavior progresses from odd to unhinged. The message is clear: the online woman was bad news. In a show that hangs on the magical moment when Ted eventually meets his wife, i. But that was This is and online dating has, by and large, transferred into user-friendly dating apps on our smartphones and the stigma has, for the most part, vanished.
