We met on a late Sunday morning for coffee and waffles at Coffee Emporium downtown. ☕️ Ray was living his best life in his pristine bachelor condo in the American Building (across the street from Coffee Emporium) and I was growing balcony tomatoes and riding my scooter in Hyde Park.
I nicknamed him ‘The Contender’ to friends, because of all the dates I had been on that spring, he seemed the one with the most potential.
He was funny, handsome and a great conversationist. He was also wearing a pea green zip-up, which I thought was an odd color choice. I asked him if he was going to run track after this. (I’m a sarcastic jerk.)
I was wearing dance tights, a t-shirt and a mechanics jacket because I had planned to go to Dancefix at Cincinnati Ballet before we met up, but skipped it because I was too hungry and hungover because the night before I had gotten kinda crunk. I’m sure he thought my dark navy mechanic’s jacket was also an odd choice.
We chatted and laughed the whole time. It was great. Our second date was ok - not amazing, not terrible - and then he ghosted me for two weeks!
Well, we see who won that battle.
These two photos are the first and most recent I could find. The first from July 2010 and the second from this past October.
So happy anniversary to The Contender! We’ll see how this goes!
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