A, bless his soul. We met up right after I finished chemo. I had literally no hair on my head (or most of my body if I'm being completely honest). I had about half my eyebrows and exactly 3 eyelashes. In other words, from my neck down, I was sexy AF but everything above left something to be desired. Not to mention, A was my first app date. Ever. Not just post-chemo. But ever. Like in my life.
We met at a taco joint in the city while I was living with my parents in the suburbs, so coordinating a meetup was a little tricky. I let him pay for the tacos, not because he's a lawyer and I was a broke cancer patient, but because he was 45 minutes late. We had texted FOREVER before meeting up, so things were comfortable from the get-go. Afterwards, we met up with some friends of mine at a ping pong bar. I had what was probably my first beer post-chemo. And a second. And a third. After some chit-chatting and ping pong, he drove us back to my friend's place where I was spending the night. He was a CRAZY driver. Big turn off. We met up again for brunch with some of my friends a week or two later followed by a trip to the mall. What are we?!?! Like 15-years-old?! Things were flirtatious, but then he suddenly stopped texting. He later admitted he was struggling with some mental health issues which is when I ended things. How much of a bitch am I? I literally had cancer (and look like I still do); he says he struggles with depression and all of a sudden that's too much baggage for me? Wow. I think it was less the depression and more the not texting back for a couple weeks. I can be supportive when someone's in need of support, but I refuse to be neglected. Been there, done that.
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