My canceled date got back in contact- I know I was totally shocked too.
We made a date, he was very apologetic for canceling. He’s charming- I decided to give him another shot.
We made a date, he was very apologetic for canceling. He’s charming- I decided to give him another shot.
Date 5 Guy 5
So I’m sitting in a hookah bar- I’m a little early and I go ahead and order a beer. It’s a place I haven’t been before and I’m liking the sultry mid-east vibe. I’m liking the wall murals, I’m liking the bartender. I sit at the bar and think about how much I like this place and what a good choice he made- dim lights and candles, good music- not too loud but a good beat, casual atmosphere but just sexy enough to make anyone feel a bit adventurous. Great place for a first date.
What I’m not liking is that I’ve been sitting here by myself now for 20min.
So I’m sitting in a hookah bar- I’m a little early and I go ahead and order a beer. It’s a place I haven’t been before and I’m liking the sultry mid-east vibe. I’m liking the wall murals, I’m liking the bartender. I sit at the bar and think about how much I like this place and what a good choice he made- dim lights and candles, good music- not too loud but a good beat, casual atmosphere but just sexy enough to make anyone feel a bit adventurous. Great place for a first date.
What I’m not liking is that I’ve been sitting here by myself now for 20min.
He did say he’d be able to get there between 8 and 8:30 so I’m not worried (Ok, I’m a little worried) but I do glance at my phone- 8:20.
The bartender comes by again- smiles- asks if I need anything- no, I’m good- so she wanders off. There is a magazine on the stool next to me and I snag it- one of the “What’s going on in SF” things and I start to flip through it-I have 100 dates to go on this year so it’s research right? Really it’s just something to do while I kill time.
My beer is ½ finished.
I glance at my phone again- it’s 8:30.
The door into the bar opens- I glance up- it’s not him.
My beer is ¾ finished.
The bartender comes by again, smiles at me and asks if there is anything else.
I finish my beer, pay my tab, look at my phone one more time.
It’s 8:50 as I’m walking out the door.
I get home and my roommates are sitting in the living room- they ask why I’m looking so cute- I growl something unintelligible and go to my room- They are guys, they know not to delve any further into that mess.
I boot up my e-mail and see this.
“Definitely a bit late, but here. Sorry if I missed you. Will find a way to make it up You pick a date and time, and I’ll make it happen as best as I can. Sorry again about tonight :-(”
The bartender comes by again- smiles- asks if I need anything- no, I’m good- so she wanders off. There is a magazine on the stool next to me and I snag it- one of the “What’s going on in SF” things and I start to flip through it-I have 100 dates to go on this year so it’s research right? Really it’s just something to do while I kill time.
My beer is ½ finished.
I glance at my phone again- it’s 8:30.
The door into the bar opens- I glance up- it’s not him.
My beer is ¾ finished.
The bartender comes by again, smiles at me and asks if there is anything else.
I finish my beer, pay my tab, look at my phone one more time.
It’s 8:50 as I’m walking out the door.
I get home and my roommates are sitting in the living room- they ask why I’m looking so cute- I growl something unintelligible and go to my room- They are guys, they know not to delve any further into that mess.
I boot up my e-mail and see this.
“Definitely a bit late, but here. Sorry if I missed you. Will find a way to make it up You pick a date and time, and I’ll make it happen as best as I can. Sorry again about tonight :-(”
It came in at 8:56pm.
So this is what I'm thinking...You canceled- last minute, and now you didn’t show- ok you showed up late- and didn’t bother calling… You want to try this again?
No, I don’t think so.
So this is what I'm thinking...You canceled- last minute, and now you didn’t show- ok you showed up late- and didn’t bother calling… You want to try this again?
No, I don’t think so.
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