Anti-Hero, Part 1

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Elsewhere, Chapter 1

I checked my phone to see what time it was, and then I sighed in disappointment.

My blind date was half an hour late.

Or maybe he wasn’t going to show up at all. Or maybe he’d poked his head into the bar, seen me, and decided to leave without even bothering to come tell me I’m not his type.

There were barely four patrons in the bar on that Tuesday evening. And I’d given the man I was meeting my description on the dating site so he could recognize me: long platinum blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, average height, and that I’d be wearing a dark pink top and a black skirt. I told him he could find me at the bar, drinking ginger ale. That last part had amused him, or so I’d thought. But I was very newly twenty-one, and despite all my friends telling me I’d get used to the taste of alcohol, I hadn’t yet. And meeting someone for the first time while tipsy seemed like a bad plan. I still didn’t even know what kind of person I was when I was intoxicated. I wanted to make a good first impression.

As thirty minutes late spread to forty-five, I sighed again. The bartender came over and offered me a sympathetic smile.

“Stood up?” he asked, his voice matching his expression.

Hello, World.

I'd love to write out the Pascal code I typed up in my first Computer Science class in high school, but it's been twenty plus years since then, and I don't remember it.  And my fond memory of typing it and executing my first piece of code--my joy and excitement at compiling the file and executing it and seeing those two words appear on the screen because I'd told the computer to put them there, well, that is what's more important today, as I type this first post on my writing site.  This post isn't particularly elegant or memorable in technical terms.

But it means a lot to me.

Hello, world.


Love,
Tamara