A letter from Dec 25th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Last night you paid for a man's drink for the first time in your 30 years of life. This man, you liked. A lot. He was what you thought was a potential life partner. He was kind, so into you (when in-person), loved animals, voted for Bernie. Yet--- Out 3rd date came around, he picked you up, he took you to a Jazz nice place, and when he came from the bar he has just 1 drink -- that you both shared--- I was annoyed.... "why wouldn't he pay for my drink?" I thought. "I've spoiled you." He said. But has he? He's done the bare minimum, for your dating standards so far. But here you are....at 30....looking for love. True, inconvenient, can't-live-without-each other love. So it seemed to live a big deal for him--- a white man, that you'd be able to buy a drink for the two of you. So, after you laid it all out. That you wanted him to be your boyfriend, your life partner, just you and him, to give it a go...to see if this was it...you decided to go to the bar and buy two margaritas for you guys. Even after this insipid, hot white man, said "yes, maybe. Give me some more time." That was his reply to your earnest ask for commitment. At 30 and 31....you decided that you would buy this white man's margarita, but you would never see him again.