The guy I had plans with for tonight texted me at 3:11pm. 3:11pm. We were supposed to meet for drinks at 7 (at an undecided location). And this was supposed to be our first date (we made these plans last Wednesday and I hadn’t heard from him since). He asked if tonight was still good for me. I actually thought about it for a few minutes and then realized my answer had to be, hell no. If I had said yes, I would have been letting him know that I was OK with that kind of thing. With having him put me really low on his priority list. And I’ve done that before. Too many times. It’s not cool.
I was polite about it, though. That’s just who I am. I jokingly said that I thought he’d forgotten about me and that I was busy. I suggested we get together another time. So I wasn’t saying, go to hell. I was saying, I thought you were blowing me off and so I made other plans. You lose. Would you like another shot.
So now we’re getting together tomorrow night and yes we have concrete plans in place for that. And so we’ll see.
In other news, I’ve finally gotten around to updating my About Me page. Quite proud of myself for that.
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