Collection: The Outdated Collection

There’s a stage in dating no one really talks about.

It’s called the outdated stage.

It’s when you already know exactly where the date is going before he even gets there.

When the guy at the toll booth smiles and says,
“Back on this side of town again?”

When you’ve seen that tie before… not once, not twice… but enough times that you’re starting to suspect it’s doing its own rounds in the system.

When you somehow know more about the Ohel Sarala event than the girls who are actually running it.

You’ve answered “So tell me about yourself” so many times you could probably give the speech professionally.

You’ve mastered the polite nod when someone says something strange. 

At this point, you’re about two seconds away from rolling your eyes and explaining:

I'm not old.

I'm just vintage.

And honestly, the dream scenario now is pretty simple.

Meeting in the supermarket aisle.
Both of us buying flour.
We make eye contact.

“You’re buying flour?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

Pause.

“So… March 19th good for you?”

“Perfect. Mazel tov.”