So, occasionally I'll surf the friendster.com site and bookmark interesting people - sort of a "if I'm ever bored, maybe I'll make a new penpal" sorta save-for-a-rainy-day list.
Well, not long ago, a person on my bookmark list noticed that I had bookmarked him and sent me an e-mail asking if it was some super-sublte way of flirting, to which I responded, "yes." I figured, what the heck. He was cute. We started an e-mail correspondence and after a couple days of that, decided we should meet for a glass of wine. He promised to call over last weekend to set up a time this week.
He didn't.
Okay. I give people the benefit of doubt, right? I drop him an e-mail Tuesday to say "hope you're well" and he responds about how great his weekend was, and why don't we get together for that drink Tuesday?
'Cuz, like, yeah. I'm so pathetic, I never have any plans and I'm willing to jump at the drop of a hat.
As it turns out -- not having heard from him -- I made plans, and Tuesday was out. So I suggested tonight. His response was "I have stuff to do early, but I'll call you and maybe we can get a drink later."
I'm down with that.
Until I end up sitting around tonight waiting for a call. That never comes.
So I called him at 9:30, and he's all "I'm getting ready to go to bed. Tough day."
WTF, dude?!?
Doesn't anyone know that it's just plain fucking impolite to tell someone you're going to call them and then not? I mean, if you're out to avoid going on a date, then just don't make the fucking date!!!
End of rant.
So there is a silver lining to the above story. In the old days -- with the old me -- I'd have just sat around waiting for the call. I wouldn't have gotten indignant and called him. I would have just moped.
Next!
Well, not long ago, a person on my bookmark list noticed that I had bookmarked him and sent me an e-mail asking if it was some super-sublte way of flirting, to which I responded, "yes." I figured, what the heck. He was cute. We started an e-mail correspondence and after a couple days of that, decided we should meet for a glass of wine. He promised to call over last weekend to set up a time this week.
He didn't.
Okay. I give people the benefit of doubt, right? I drop him an e-mail Tuesday to say "hope you're well" and he responds about how great his weekend was, and why don't we get together for that drink Tuesday?
'Cuz, like, yeah. I'm so pathetic, I never have any plans and I'm willing to jump at the drop of a hat.
As it turns out -- not having heard from him -- I made plans, and Tuesday was out. So I suggested tonight. His response was "I have stuff to do early, but I'll call you and maybe we can get a drink later."
I'm down with that.
Until I end up sitting around tonight waiting for a call. That never comes.
So I called him at 9:30, and he's all "I'm getting ready to go to bed. Tough day."
WTF, dude?!?
Doesn't anyone know that it's just plain fucking impolite to tell someone you're going to call them and then not? I mean, if you're out to avoid going on a date, then just don't make the fucking date!!!
End of rant.
So there is a silver lining to the above story. In the old days -- with the old me -- I'd have just sat around waiting for the call. I wouldn't have gotten indignant and called him. I would have just moped.
Next!
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