PastaBoy:
Plans for 12:30.
Location secured.
I arrive at 12:23.
I leave at 1:06.
I sent him a text to say that I have arrived and if i should secure a table.
No reply.
No text/call.
I get a table, thinking he may just be late and what not, no biggie-order a cappachino.
I text the dating-is-stupid support group.
"wait a bit longer he may be in the train" (he works walking distance)
"shit! call him!" (i did-and refused to call more than once)
I pulled out laptop and continued working on some "real" writing. (10 more minutes-tops)
when it reached 1:03pm, I put my things away and got up and walked out.
the waiter couldn't even say anything to me, just a small "awww-poor you-smile"
i was not visibly upset.
no, Lady A could NOT lose her temper twice in one week.
Saturday was enough.
I had ordered a coffee which was "on the house"- yay a free coffee. is that the silver lining?
If it had been the secret I would be worried something happened to him. knowing he has a shit phone and knowing that he would have manners.
but this was a first date.
a guy who asked me out.
i went through the list of things that may have occurred:
a)he got cold feet (hello its just date 1,i just wanted pasta, not to marry you!!)
b)he passed by and realized that he "just is not that into me"
(again-do you even know how to say my name properly??JUST MET)
c)he was asked to join the Ghost Busters and protect the Island from an invasion of slimy
ghost!(Sir F can we have a marathon of ghosts??)
d)he was so excited to see me, he fell hit his head and is laying in a coma at some UES hospital
or
e) he is an asshole
the correct answer is E.
he called me hours later, I was working already: he apologized over and over again. he was held up in a meeting, he didn't have my number on him blah blah blah
I was calm, did not say much.
he asked me out again, "i will come to Astoria-i will make it up to you"
umm hello, NO!
"I am sorry we weren't able to meet, but i cant see you. the very least you could have excused yourself phoned the restaurant and left me a message. THAT i would have understood."
*click-dial tone.
i don't think i even said goodbye.
actually the conversation was quick and swift and i am still trying to block it out, so the details are fuzzy.
i received a few text and a voicemail i have yet to hear.
i really wish i could say this was the first time i was stood up, but sadly it is not.
i think that is also why i flipped out so much last sabado. being stood up sucks.
*le sigh.
RIP PastaBoy. i wish you had joined GhostBusters instead, :(
