I took a chance on love, but it shall not be. Dating rule book is now back in effect. Mr. Recently Separated flaked on our date tomorrow, and I doubt he was even going to tell me.
I’m a planner, I must know what I’m doing, when I’m doing it, and how I will be doing it… hmmmmmmmm what was I saying? Oh right, I was talking about the flakster. As I was saying, I’m a planner, so I sent Mr. RS a quick text to make sure we were still on for tomorrow evening. I needed to know if shaving my legs still needed to be on my TO Do list for tonight. Anyway, a few minutes later I get a text that goes a little something like this:
“Oh Hi Mr. Smarty, I unfortunately have to cancel tomorrow, as I have to go to (fake city). My (fake) elderly aunt and uncle are moving to (another fake city), and they need my help moving. I still want to meet you (bullshit), so I hope this is ok?”
Interesting.…. how strange that his elderly aunt and uncle just decided, today, to move cities tomorrow. If I hadn’t messaged him, I would have wasted a perfectly good shave for nothing. What ever the case, no loss here.
Instead, I will be having beers with one of my bestie male co-workers. He’s a cutie, but much too young for me. Still, I can drink wine and admire his… eyes — I’m pretty sure they’re brown. Even better, I’m sure to have an interesting conversation, which I’m sure would not have been the case with RS.
Onwards and upwards — hairy legs and all.