Thursday, May 29, 2014

Stood Up

Do you know what I absolutely HATE?! (Besides kale chips... I'm not eating that garbage. Gross.)
I HATE IT when I get stood up. IT IS THE WORST EVER. For some reason, guys do it to me all the freaking time. I'm not exaggerating. The most recent time just happened this past weekend. Keep reading to learn more!



So, there's this guy... Let's call him Charlie. He and I went to the same grade school back in the olden days, and he was a year ahead of me in school. I've known who he is for quite some time. He just recently moved back to town, and we reconnected on Facebook, and we would casually chat or text. I knew he had a boyfriend at one time, but I have no idea if they are still together. Whatever, besides the point.

We had mentioned several times that we needed to get together. On Wednesday, as we were flirting via SnapChat (Before you ask: No. No dick pics) I asked if he was free either Thursday or Friday evening. He said he was free on Friday. We made plans to get ice cream and go for a walk.  Friday rolls around, and he said that he had to be out of town during the day, and he might get back later than anticipated, so he asked to reschedule for Saturday afternoon. I said that it wasn't a problem at all since I had no plans for the weekend yet. Charlie had to work on Saturday until 4, and when he'd get off he'd message me. Awesome. He also said that he was really excited and looking forward to finally spend time with me. We even tossed around the idea of cuddling... Cuddling is my favorite. I was really excited.

So, Saturday. I start to get cleaned up around 3:30. I took a shower, made sure my hair was perfectly coiffed, and put on some nice yet casual clothes and wait for Charlie to message me because he promised. Around 5:45 I sent him a message asking him what the plan was. He said that he had to do some unpacking, but he'd message me when he was ready for me to come over. By 7:45, I hadn't heard back from him, so I sent him another message. No response. At 9:45, I sent another message that said, "So, am I safe to assume we're not hanging out tonight?" No response. At 10:15, I sent another message that said "I can take a hint. Goodnight, Charlie."

Here's how I KNOW he was ignoring me. He was online on Facebook, and he viewed my "My Story" pictures on SnapChat. Like seriously... What the hell?

I'm a pretty understanding person. If you need to cancel on me, I totally get that. If you aren't interested in me or having second thoughts? No big deal. JUST LET ME KNOW. Don't leave me sitting around waiting on you for SIX HOURS with absolutely no explanation. DON'T BE A DOUCHEBAG AND LEAVE ME HANGING.

I told myself awhile back that I'm not waiting around on boys anymore. I'm not off to a good start.

I have yet to hear back from him or receive an apology.

Screw you, Charlie.

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