Only Took Two Years to Drop This Guy
I never learn.
Despite the tough front I might put out for the purpose of venting and (I hope) entertaining in Ye Olde Bloglandville, I really must either be the dumbest bitch in existence and/or too gullible for any kind of good... or I just have this undying belief in the good within us all. (HA!)
This Guy.
First off (and I can't believe I never went here), we were supposed to meet up (many) months ago for dinner. True to This Guy fashion, he got incredibly "lost" and was incredibly late. Like, Belle-consumed-a-bottle-of-
So, yeah, that part about me being stupid? That comes into play when I let him revive contact a few weeks ago. (Bygones, right? And what's the harm in a little friendly chatting? Uh huh...)
But the stupidity probably doesn't become really obvious until I reveal that I accepted an invitation from him to go see a movie last week. Whatever he might have considered the proposed adventure, I viewed it merely as a friendly outing. ('Cause, well, ewwwwww.)
Anyhow, before accepting the invite, I stressed the importance of him, yanno, showing up on time and all. And he gave his word (Scouts' honor and everything) that he would be there, come hell, high water, fire, brimstone, or upended Krispy Kreme trucks.
As of the night before, we hadn't firmed up plans for meeting, so I called. Voicemail. Next day by noon, still no contact. So I sent a text, waited a few hours, and called again. Again, straight to voicemail.
At this point, I was actually looking forward to having a suddenly free evening to handle those mundane duties I keep putting off in favor of, well, anything else.
About 30 minutes before I was to leave work for the day (and subsequently, hypothetically, meet up with This Guy), he called me from work.
This Guy: Hey, Belle, this is This Guy. What's up?After he informed me that his phone was dead, we established a meeting time and place, and he promised, again, to be there with bells and whatnot.
Belle: Hey, This Guy. I called to...
This Guy: Actually, I called you.
Belle: Well, actually, I've called you twice and texted you, so, as I was saying, I called to firm up plans for tonight. Where do you want to meet?
So why, then, did I find myself baking in the sun for the better part of an hour (See? Told you I'm a dummy.) before deciding it was better that I leave before he showed, as I was fairly certain my gut reaction to his visage would be a swift, hard kick to his knee?
I managed to pull myself together enough to leave a non-threatening voicemail on his non-functional phone, and I headed for home.
The good news is I really didn't care. I mean, certainly, the wasted time did not go unnoticed, but my night was suddenly (happily) mine, and I couldn't wait to get home and do those undone things and just relax.
And that's exactly what I did. Knowing that I'd finally reached the end with this one.
The following morning, I received this email:
I know you are disgusted with me right now and rightfully so. I got onto NY Ave. and hit tons of traffic. By the time I got to {Redacted} it was 6:30 and I didn't see you anywhere, so I assume you gave up on me.
I just wanted to apologize. I know that after a point, explanations become excuses, but I still wanted to apologize for ruining your evening.
-- This Guy
Ruining my evening?? Ha! After I made it home, the evening couldn't have been better if I'd planned it myself. Obviously This Guy gives himself far more credit for having a real effect on me than he warrants.
(FYI: His message garnered no response from yours truly. Stick a fork in me, yo; I'm done.)
4 comments:
Ugh! I cannot understand people who cannot get it together and be on time. Really, it's DC, you know there will be traffic and delays and you ought to plan for them. If you can't, you're just too stupid to live.
You're well shot of him.
We should set him and cheap date from hell up - they would be perfect together.
Being late is one of my biggest pet peeves.
His loss
Not that this man deserves any future bites at the apple, however, the email struck a sincere, albeit self-centered, apologetic tone.
Glad you have moved back from that ledge.
Agreed, it's DC- there will be line work on the metros, parking at 6:30 anywhere is going to be a biatch. Figure it out. And even so, the reason he didn't call to let you know he was late is WHY?
You're so much nicer than I am- more than 15 minutes late with no phone call is a deal breaker for me, ESPECIALLY the first couple times you go out. Show me you want to be there, or forget it. I've got much better ways to spend my precious time.
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