So, this past Sunday was supposed to be the blind date with M (as set up by Rudy - see previous post). We were supposed to meet at 1 p.m. I call him at 11:30 a.m. to be sure we are still on. No answer...bizarre but a million reasons he might not have heard his phone... In the shower, in another room, phone on vibrate, music too loud, etc. Any way, I leave the message that I was calling to be sure he got back to town okay, we were still on and I'd just assume it was all good and see him at 1 p.m.
When 12:10 p.m. comes around and I didn't hear back, I start to wonder. He should have been in his car, on the way by now. He should have gotten the message. Right? So, the little voice inside me tells me to go check my e-mail. Damn that little voice! Believe it or not the coward sent an email at 8 p.m. the prior night saying, 'Hi. This will sound lame, I know, but I just got back two hours ago, and I am exhausted! Not as young as I once was...would you mind postponing our coffee rendezvous?'
Yeah, it's fucking lame! Not that he canceled but that he didn't have the balls to call or at least one bullock to text me to cancel. It was 8 p.m. on a Saturday...too late to call??? Only if you're calling a convent. Didn't have my number? Nope used to call and text message me to set up the date. So why, why didn't he call or text me to cancel? I can only guess he was castrated while on his trip to NY and therefore he was too cowardly to use his cell when he returned.
I'm am thoroughly confused. I don't know why I keep trying to date!!!!!! I am now convinced that I am not now or will probably ever have the stomach to handle this bullsh*t dating scene of the single world.
I QUIT! I know my blogs will lack the entertainment - oh yeah, they really weren't all that entertaining to begin with. But any way, I quit. No more blind dates, no more giving out my number, no more talking to any guys... No more! If mr. right is out there, he's going to have to really work to track me down. And, he better actually have some cojones! I'm sick of eunuchs!
Yes C2, I will say it now....boys are Retarded!
When 12:10 p.m. comes around and I didn't hear back, I start to wonder. He should have been in his car, on the way by now. He should have gotten the message. Right? So, the little voice inside me tells me to go check my e-mail. Damn that little voice! Believe it or not the coward sent an email at 8 p.m. the prior night saying, 'Hi. This will sound lame, I know, but I just got back two hours ago, and I am exhausted! Not as young as I once was...would you mind postponing our coffee rendezvous?'
Yeah, it's fucking lame! Not that he canceled but that he didn't have the balls to call or at least one bullock to text me to cancel. It was 8 p.m. on a Saturday...too late to call??? Only if you're calling a convent. Didn't have my number? Nope used to call and text message me to set up the date. So why, why didn't he call or text me to cancel? I can only guess he was castrated while on his trip to NY and therefore he was too cowardly to use his cell when he returned.
I'm am thoroughly confused. I don't know why I keep trying to date!!!!!! I am now convinced that I am not now or will probably ever have the stomach to handle this bullsh*t dating scene of the single world.
I QUIT! I know my blogs will lack the entertainment - oh yeah, they really weren't all that entertaining to begin with. But any way, I quit. No more blind dates, no more giving out my number, no more talking to any guys... No more! If mr. right is out there, he's going to have to really work to track me down. And, he better actually have some cojones! I'm sick of eunuchs!
Yes C2, I will say it now....boys are Retarded!
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