100 Cups Of Coffee is my journey through divorce, dating & self-discovery.
My single journey began in 2015 when I decided to leave my husband & again when Ocean Eyes broke up with me in May 2020. It all feels like forever ago. The ghosts of a life in transition.
The days since have brought all the self-love. I'm proud of where I am, guided by therapy, and a newfound self-awareness, boundaries in place. May the odds be ever in my favor.
I follow a lot of dating coaches on social media. Because of that I do a lot of A/B testing to see what works and what doesn't. So far nothing has worked, but that's not the point. LOL My current experiment is to give a match my phone number if the conversation is easy and pleasant. Because I KNOW that even if I'm chatting with someone in the app, I'm distracted by the ability to swipe. Let's get off the apps and see how it goes.
The Salesman. I give him my number and he goes out of town for a week. I keep my distance and he stays in touch, sending selfies and beach pictures. Our first date, he was late, but communicated and apologized. The entire date I bounced back and forth. "I like him," "I don’t," "I like him," "I don’t." We parted ways with him wanting to hear about my birthday road trip. He never reached out.
“Ew Prada.” It seemed like we had a lot in common, besides that fact that I went on a road trip to see a fake Prada store and he wouldn't. I’m trying to let men ask me out for a change. Being a planner/Type A, I am inclined to make the first move if I like someone. It’s been two weeks since I gave him my number. No date planned.
"Where’s Your Swimsuit Pic?!" We were having a great conversation on the app, I was excited to give him my number. Before I did, I happened to update my profile with all my road trip pictures. He was “disappointed” I didn’t post one of me in the hot springs. Eye roll. I'm glad I didn't
“You're A Hottie.” From his profile and our first interactions, I was super excited about him. Our chat in the app was fun and easy so I gave him my number. When his "hottie" message came through, I thought, are we in high school? It felt very juvenile. I was no longer excited.
The Die Hard. After my road trip, I decided to try Match.com again. As soon as I got on, I knew why I left. But Die Hard seemed nice and we met the day after we matched. I spoke about how Match wasn’t my favorite. He said he use to work there. He said all the right things, but for me something was off in my body and I couldn’t shake it. He sent me a nice follow up text. I sent back my breaking it off script. After blase´ it is important to listen to my body as much, if not more than my heart and mind.
"I’ll Reach Out In Two Weeks." We matched and chatted on Bumble. We matched and chatted on Hinge. I gave him my number and he said he’d reach out in two weeks when he was feeling better. Never happened.
The DM Slide - I LOVED his Bumble profile + he had his Insta handle in his bio. I swiped with no match and a week later I reached out to him through his Insta. Nada x2. I'll take the hint.
2/7 I ended up meeting in person. Not sure this is working.
Lesson: Keep moving forward, learning and be open to anything.
Soundtrack: Belle of the Boulevard
Drink more cups here ☕️
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