The other day I was supposed to go to another city. A very important trip: business, meetings, and a little "break out of the routine." I, like a real organized lady (at least, that's what I thought), packed my suitcase a few days in advance, bought tickets, even did my nails to match the color of the dress I was going to shine in 🤭💅

In the evening, the day before the "trip", I was sitting with a glass of wine, imagining how I would wake up tomorrow, slowly wash my face, put my hair in a bun, make coffee... Just like in the movies, where the heroine is not late, and everyone around is late for her.

And then I get a notification from the app:
"Your bus leaves in 15 minutes. Enjoy your trip!"
WHAT?! 😳

At that second, I realized that my perfect plan had collapsed. The bus was leaving today, and not "tomorrow at lunchtime", as I somehow convinced myself. I was running around the apartment like a squirrel in a wheel - shoes in one hand, a hairbrush in the other, and tears of "why am I like this?!" were not running down my cheeks, but rather tears of "why am I like this?!"

To say that I was late is to say nothing. I literally ran out into the street, stopped, looked at the sky and said:
"Okay, Universe, I won... but the round will be mine!" 💪😄

Then I came home, shoved the suitcase back into the corner, ordered pizza, turned on a comedy and realized:
Sometimes even fails can be cute, especially if you have a good sense of humor and a supply of jelly beans 🍕🎬🍬

So now I'm looking for someone who also knows how not to get angry at being late, but to turn them into stories. Someone who won't argue if I mix up the time (well, at most, he'll laugh, hug me and say: "At least we'll have something to remember").

If you're like that, write. I promise I won't be late for our date (99% for sure 😇).
And if I am late, I'll be there with coffee and a sincere smile 😉🌸