She had her back to me, and from what I could see of her, she appeared to be pretty and petite. Her long hair cascaded d

I went inside, walked back to where Justin was seated and slid into the booth right across from him. I sat in the place where his female friend had just been. I swore I could still feel the heat from her body on the cushion — and that sickened me. It was as if her warmth could transmit some kind of communicable disease.

Was he on another date? Had he booked meetings back-to-back or something? I get why someone would do this. It’s convenient. Who wants to drive through a lot of L.A. traffic to meet a bunch of people when you can stagger different meetings right after another?

Sure, dating is a bit like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it. Still, I felt confused. At the very least, showing up to find my date still on a date made me feel self-conscious. What the hell was I supposed to do?

I slunk back out of the coffee shop to regain my wits. I felt like it was my fault for showing up on time. I could only hope that Justin would wrap up his other date quickly. He didn’t.

But if this is how you roll, change up your venues a little. Pick a coffee shop to meet one gal in and a cafe down the street to meet another. Otherwise, there’s too much chance for meetings to overlap and for people to run into each other.

I texted again that I was outside, then waved frantically so he’d see me through the window. He spotted me and we made eye contact. I assumed this would give him the push he needed to end his date. To my utter shock, he texted back. “Give me a second.”

It was 6:30 when the woman finally got up to leave. Through the coffee-shop window, I watched her saunter toward the door, her gait graceful. No, she didn’t notice me. I was standing on the other side of a window — but I saw her.

Home beckoned. Stupidly, I stayed. If you’ve ever inched through L.A. traffic to get somewhere, you might understand. It took me an hour to reach this coffee shop. I wasn’t raring to get back into my car just to drive home. But that meant waiting there like an idiot for Justin to finish up with his meeting with another woman.

The woman he was meeting with was small and thin. I was tall and gangly — awkward. At least that’s how I felt. No wonder he wanted to stick with her! My mind began to work on overdrive.

I waited a few more moments — until 6:07 to be exact — then I texted him. Through the window, I spied on him as he received my text. I watched as he looked at his phone, reading my message. I observed him look around the coffee shop for me.

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Don’t get me wrong — I wasn’t jealous. I, too, was still talking to other men and even going out to meet them. However, I did expect to meet on time. My time was a factor here.

And then it struck me. Yes, Justin’s female friend had passed me something through her body: her self-confidence. Why had I put up with this behavior? I bid Justin adieu shortly thereafter.

I checked the time. No, I wasn’t early. I reviewed Justin’s text invitation to this date. Yup, it was six o’clock, just as we agreed. His prior engagement had just gone overtime.

Look at that svelte, yoga pant-clad body. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to rush their date! I had to take my turn with Justin after this woman? That was like asking me to take a spin on the ice right after an Olympic gold medalist had just turned a triple axel. I was going to fall flat on my ass! I was going to make a fool of myself.