Bad Date

I've identified the hardest part of a bad date...

It's the moment that I realize I'm not going to get to hear the rest of the person's story. Their life will go on, but I won't know what will happen. What about the job? What about the person their heart called out to, who didn't answer? How did the project turn out? I'm invested in these stories, but there's no room for me to remain. And we both know it as I buy my own Voodoo Doughut: 99 cents you don't want to spend. An honest and clean hurt; the date invitation withdrawn and morphed into "hanging out." It's OK.

There's the unloved and lonely walk home in the cold night at the small-numbered hour, as it starts to rain just like in the movies.
Turns out it's harder than it looks to be in a movie.