A month ago:
Great date. He kissed me before I drove home. He texted me at bedtime.
A few days later:
I suggested we meet up over the weekend – pre-op. He couldn’t for decent reasons.
He disappeared for a few weeks; not even one text.
What have I got to lose? He’s already not messaging. May as well drop him a message.
I received an essay back – he didn’t message for personal reasons.
He suggested meeting over the weekend.
Then silence again.
Earlier this evening:
I have had one date with this guy; I can check-in to see if tonight’s plans are still valid.
I sent a text.
The fun Friday night I had planned this week seemed less and less likely.
A few hours later he replied.
He ‘had to get drunk with [his] manager’ and would rather be ‘chirpy’ when we next meet.
I didn’t reply.
He messaged again. ‘Home and bored now.’
My housemate told me to invite him over.
‘I’d be a drag.’
Would you please SUGGEST ANOTHER F***ING DAY? I am feeling more and more like an idiot.
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