Next Move, Best Move

Am I the only person who talks to their rideshare drivers about their personal life? I think I may be, because when I share the opinions on my life that the drivers give me with my friends, they stare at me with a blank face.
I recently told this one driver- a Rasta wannabe with stitch-in dreadlocks- about the situation with Third Ryan. For those of you who do no remember, Third Ryan was the man that I pined for for a WHOLE YEAR who told me casually that he "feels a connection" with one of my best friends. It was then that I decided to pack up my cookies and go home. A year was long enough. I had to pull a Maxine Waters and reclaim my time.
"So what are you going to do now?" Rasta asked.
"Uh, nothing."
"Nothing?!" Rasta was so shocked that I thought he was going to crash the car, his framed Bob Marley photo nearly sliding down the dashboard.
"Yeah, he likes my friend."
"So what?!" he demanded. "They aren't together. You have to make your next move your best move, get him to like you."
Okay. This is a PSA. What we are NOT going to do this year, in 2020, is advice the people in our lives that we love, like, and that even step into our Ubers that it is okay to waste time trying to get blind people to see how cool we are. It is the ULTIMATE waste of time! My whole 4 years of college was spent trying to get tall frat boys to realize that I was more awesome than their model girlfriends. Guess what: they didn't! I could have spent that time doing important stuff like drinking or twerking on Bourbon Street!
I have now come to a state of mind where I believe that people who are supposed to see your light shining will see it, plain and simple. My next and best move is moving on.

Lyft Love

So since the last time we spoke, I have gotten addicted to Lyft. It is cheaper than Uber, which annoyingly locked me out of my account, and let's be real: I hate the bus, even though that is more in line with my budget.
Taking a Lyft ride when I have a bus pass is like standing on top of my apartment building and throwing money out of my purse. But in my defense, the bus is horrible. I have a habit of sleeping past my stop when I am coming home from work, and the other riders have cooties.
One night about a month ago I requested a Lyft and got a hottie. He was like super duper tall and had a beard. Need I say more? Taking advice from a previous Lyft driver who told me that women need to flirt more with men because if you wait on a man to flirt with you, you will be waiting forever, I began to flirt with him. I have to be honest, my exhaustion and desperation made it pretty easy to lay it on pretty thick. The result: I got his number and it was his actual number. Success!
Or so I thought. About three rides in of back and forth flirting and hearing about his daughter and baby mama I asked myself: at this point, shouldn't I be getting free rides or something? Then I realized: no, I shouldn't be, because he is not interested. He is just using me so I can keep getting him for rides! Duh!
I haven't requested him since my epiphany on principle but I am torn as to whether or not this was a bad thing. I got a ride home and some eye candy. But I am going to say it was to keep money in my pockets, which sucks, because he was super cute.