When is the last time you got an e-card? And I'm not talking about an e-card from a grandma, or crazy aunt, I'm talking about an e-card from a romantic contender.
My answer? 2 weeks ago.
Things took off with the hipster. After meeting at the bar (remember, "you rode that bull really well"?) we were inseperable.
Hipster and I were complete opposites, but I didn't care. I tried to tone down my love of Justin Timberlake and all things pop, and pretended to be interested in his hipstery techno music and beer brewing hobby.
We went on a number of dates, after which he always called, texted, or sent an e-card. He friended me on facebook within 24 hours of our first meeting.
As I opened up my email, and saw the e-card waiting, butterflies fluttered through my stomach. Always the pessimist, I thought, Is he seriously ending things with me over an e-card?
"I had a great time on our date," I relayed to my mom via telephone. "Unless of course you didn't. In that case I didn't either."
Silence.
Finally: "I don't get it."
"It's cool mom," I explained. "Get it? It's kind of ironically funny."
"I still don't get it."
Truthfully, neither did I.
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