A Drive Thru Does Not A Tim Horton's Make.

A little back story:

There was a guy I dated on and off in high school. We met when our best friends started dating and we got together. He is the actual textbook definition of an asshole. His picture is the first thing to pop up when you Google “asshole”.

He would disappear for weeks at a time. He never had a cell phone of his own or was always out of minutes (throwback). He had a good heart but was easily talked into stupid shit by his friends. He absolutely formed how and who I am in relationships.

There was the potential to be friends but it didn’t happen. My expectations are basically non-existent for him. You would have to dig a hole for how low he set the bar.  

While I was seeing P, my ex from high school, the Asshole, hit me up on Facebook. It had been the better part of 10 years so I thought ‘what the hell’ and responded.

We had briefly talked two years previously but I was seeing the Jerkface and he said he was engaged to someone. And that was the extent of it.

He did the usual apology for all the stuff he did back in the day. I am a great girl and he should have realized that then. (This conversation happens to me a lot.) He was surprised I didn’t hate him and would love to make it up to me.

We talked for a week or so and tentatively made plans to get coffee and catch up. We settled on a date when I was done work for the day.

I messaged him on my lunch that day, checking in to see if we were still on. He said ‘yea, where?’ I work at a mall so I said he should meet me here when I finished work. I knew he lived nearby so it wasn’t too out of the way and he would have plenty of time to get there.

He said I should meet him on Notre Dame. I asked where, like at a specific place? Or a random light post right in between?

He told me that there was  Tim Horton’s there and he sent me the street address via Google Maps. I opened the link and I recognized the intersection and was certain there was no Tim Horton’s there. But maybe it is behind one of the other buildings. I said I didn’t know what time I would get there, hoping he would just agree to come to the mall.

I finished work and gave in. I messaged him telling him to leave (he said it was a 10 minute walk from his place to the Tim’s.) This was at 6:20PM.

I punched the address into my phone and headed over. I pulled into the Burger King parking lot, certain I missed the Tim’s but then I realized what I was looking at. I was at a gas station that had a Tim Horton’s drive thru. It was 6:40PM.

I messaged the Asshole to tell him I had arrived and I called my friend and informed her of what was happening. She was my designated contact in case I needed an out. She thought this whole thing was ridiculous and I should just leave. But instead, I waited.

I hung up with her and went to check it out. I got up to the front of the gas station and looked inside to find out that it was just a counter. There was nowhere to sit. I decided right then and there that I was too old to hang in a gas station. As it was a sketchy neighbourhood, in the dark and I’m a tiny girl, I decided to wait in my car.

So I scrolled through my phone waiting for a message, keeping an eye out for him, slowly freezing.

The thing that annoyed me most was that there was a Burger King next door and a McDonalds on the other side of it. McDonalds has decent enough coffee. But what was the plan here? Probably just an attempt to get me to come over to his place. But nah, I’m not that girl… anymore.

Twenty minutes later, I had lost the feeling in my fingers so I decided to leave. Back in the day, he was impossible to get ahold of. However, this was 2018 and that was no longer an excuse. It was now 7:00PM; forty minutes after I told him to leave because I was heading over

I had had enough at this point. I was cold, hungry and pissed off. I drove towards my house and stopped at the grocery store to get a few things now that I didn’t have plans. I was just getting out of my car when my phone chirped at me.

“Are you still here? I was having trouble connecting to the wifi.”

It was 7:20PM. An hour after I told him to leave. He was hitting me up on Facebook messenger because I did not want to give him my number. I did not respond and I just blocked him. I figured if he really wanted to see me and make up for all the bs in the past, he knew where I worked.

I haven’t heard from him since.