After my previous relationships I was not one to ‘explore,’ per se. But one of my coworkers (who will not be named) recommended blind dating.

So here I am.

I sip from a glass of wine, for i am trying my best to not get too drunk— as I’m not too giddy to get back into alcoholism. Payed too much for AA to get back into that shitshow.

I graciously await for my date to arrive, tapping the table and thinking about my current cases. I have much to do and not much time, but I guess making space for my own pleasures was something that would bite me in the back inevitably.

Slow jazz gently played along the bar— a bar, of all things— that’s where they’d wanted to meet. I can’t say I’m looking forward to this.. though I should keep my options open, I suppose.

Sip.