I had finally done it. I had finally arranged a date with Zeus, the Greek man I'd met online a few weeks back. I woke up on date day with a sense of calm. My ease surprised me, as Zeus and I had never spoken. Still, off I went to meet a man for the first time that I'd only emailed half a dozen times. I hopped on the train, still mellow, with no expectations of fireworks or failure.
The train chugged along and suddenly stopped mid-track due to "construction." Afraid I'd be late, I dialed his number, which he had emailed just in case something like this were to happen. Reluctantly, I sent him a text: "I'm going to be 15 minutes late! So sorry!" He responded and said he was also running behind schedule.
As soon as I was above ground, my phone beeped. It was another text from Zeus, stating he was on 42nd Street by the bowling alley. I strolled outside, a little fidgety now, and stood outside of Port Authority in the blazing heat. I scanned the crowd but did not see a familiar face. I walked down 41st Street but still, no Zeus. So I send another text: "Just got here. Standing in front of Port Authority." I walked back to my post and waited for a reply. 5 minutes go by, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, and still nothing.
Unable to stand the sweltering heat, I entered Port Authority and decided to try the bowling alley exit. Again, I searched for the face I'd only seen in pictures. Still, there was no one, and I wondered if I had just been ditched. Immediately, my pride and confusion kicked in. He hadn’t responded but I wanted to keep an open mind. I didn’t know what to do, so I stood there contemplating my next move as my sense of calm slowly vanished.