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The year was 1994. You were the hot waitress and I was the dumpy cook. You would only acknowledge me as needed and treated me very shitty. I was nothing but nice and professional but wasn’t worthy of anything beyond an “order” and your tip payout. Years later I would match with you on a dating site and was struck by how you didn’t recognize me. I can see why though; I’ve aged well and you certainly haven’t.
I’m contemplating on ghosting you but meeting up with you and telling you all of this in person and then walking out is too tempting.—Anonymous