They met at the bar where they were supposed to meet
their dates; men they’d met online at the same dating website, which instantly
bonded them.
Working through the small talk, checking their phones
for the time every so often, the conversation got quieter as they started to
realize they’d been ghosted.
Two hours after their missed dates, they were both silently
staring into their glasses when one said, “You know what? Fuck those guys. I
didn’t shave my legs to sit at a bar crying into my beer. You want to go
dancing?”
And they had a wonderful evening.
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