I arrived 30 minutes early to my date last Friday; I wasn’t sure how long it would take to cross town with traffic. It wasn’t a big deal, I sat in my car and gabbed on the phone with my sister. At 7:10; I decided head in and grab a table. We were meeting at 7:15pm. By 7:20, I have a glass of wine to sip while I wait, and I’m thinking to myself “should I text him? No, I’m not that girl who can’t handle him being 5-10 minutes late. I’ll just go ahead and order an appetizer.” As I finish my appetizer, the wait staff politely checks on me to see if I needed anything else. Their concern which was the same as mine, “am I being stood up?” was overwhelming. There’s no way I’m gonna be stood up, this has never happened to me, I wonder if I could get a free dessert out of this? Finally a text at 7:41pm, “Hey, I’m at the Domain but can’t seem to find it.” F-ing finally, I text back the SUPER easy landmark that I told him the other night. He sat down at 7:56pm, I know the exact time because I looked at my watch. As soon as I saw him, I was just overjoyed that I wasn’t being stood up that I wasn’t about to bitch him out at this nice restaurant. I should have! BTW- he said he was lost and he wasn’t that late, are you kidding me?
The rest of the date went well, we ate and drank and really fell into some good conversation about music, and life. After dinner we sat outside by the fire pit and talked for another hour. I am really liking this guy and his tardiness is slowly drifting from my mind. It was getting late; I hoped he’d ask me back to his place for another drink. He lives really close, and talked about all his x-mas decorations and I mentioned how I’d love to see them. But alas, he said, oh you should probably get back to your dog. Hum, really I don’t have to, but I can’t invite myself over to his house, urgh, can I? I settled for a hug and an awkward potential kiss on the cheek. I thought he was going in, so I turned my head and the kiss ended up being a half lip to half lip weird thing. Then he said goodnight.
AHHH, I’m going to pull my hair out, I can’t believe that’s all I got… There seemed to be potential here, but the 40 minutes late? The awkward kiss? His aloof sense of everything is driving me insane. This was our 3rd date, he should have gone for it; maybe I should have gone for it. This guy is so frustrating! I’m not sure what I will do going forward; should I keep seeing him? If he was really excited to see me he could have been there early like I was or at least said he was sorry, instead of blowing it off. And he should kiss me, kiss me long and hard. But nothing; I have a feeling that’s exactly what I’d keep getting from him… nothing. I would have to make all the effort and cater to him, no thank you! I guess it’s time to say goodbye to the Pianoman.
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