Tom: Downtime

I was playing phone tag with my source yesterday and we couldn't make a meeting happen, so I made a command decision to put work aside for a day and try to enjoy myself in this setting. It's a nice little town, the right mix of rustic and touristy.

I ended up meeting a local girl through an app and she was keen to show me around. She was pretty and blonde, a self-described "chubby cutie" who talked about body positivity on her bio, which I thought was cool and possibly designed to weed out jerks... if they bother reading.

She suggested a lobster place, which I was all for. Ever the interviewer, I asked her about growing up here, etc etc. She talked about how much she loved the water and scenery. It was a cool night -- the weather somewhat dampening the beachy fun I was hoping for -- so we hit another bar and downed a few and played some darts. We found ourselves getting closer and closer, seemingly building up to something, so I shot my shot and asked if she wanted to come back to the Inn. She agreed since she has a light-sleeping roommate, and as soon as we were out the door we were kissing like a couple of teens.

We began to walk, arm in arm in the chilly air, but after a while she realized where we were going and kind of stepped back and said "Oh. There's a lot of superstition around that place, it really creeps people out." I said I could see why but it was really not so bad.

I couldn't change her mind and the mood kind of changed from that point -- she just said she'd message me hopefully before I leave, but her week was looking busy, etc etc, and I said hey, don't worry about it.

Now it's dreary out -- a reminder I'm here for business, not pleasure... but man, wouldn't it be nice to have both?

-Tom