I got stood up tonight for a date.
I've always wondered what that would feel like, and now I know. And it does not feel good.
No, I'm not weepy or upset. I've never met the guy, to be honest. And to be fair, he did send a text message a few hours later saying he wasn't going to be able to make it.
But aren't you supposed to let someone know you aren't going to make it at least a few minutes BEFORE your scheduled time? I guess I'm just not well versed in dating etiquette.
Now don't get me wrong, I like men. But they are not as conscientious as women, by default. And that's ok, to a point. Don't tell someone you'd like to meet them for dinner at 5:30, and then send a text message at 7:05 saying you're not able to get away from work yet.
Oh well. Good thing I brought a book to read. And it's a good thing I had the best company for dinner. Myself.
Jiltedly yours,
Nay
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