Following on from the gallery text, Mr Threesome was seeming more genuine and I was feeling hopeful. I was looking forward to our art-y date and was being lulled into a false sense that this guy wanted a girlfriend rather than just a hook-up. On Thursday afternoon, he messaged to suggest we change plans as Central London would be very busy with Pride going on and how about we go for drinks in the evening or do something on the Sunday..?
At least he didn’t out-right cancel.
I had a better idea: he could come to Brighton for drinks on the beach in the sunshine.
What followed was a series of messages about how he couldn’t be arsed to make the hour-long journey because he works long hours and travels a lot in the week and it’s a bit of an effort for a first date.
I work long hours. I travel a lot. And yet you expect me to come to London?
Grovelling text after grovelling text. I completely ignored him and blocked his number.
I’m glad he was honest and I’m relieved I didn’t make the mistake of meeting him, but I’m quite surprised at his candour. Most guys would cancel last minute or not turn up, but Mr Threesome admitted he couldn’t be bothered to come to me.
Was he being cunning; expecting me to argue and then hope the date would be cancelled anyway?
Was he being big-headed and expecting me to chase after him just so I could meet this Adonis?
Either way, our date would have been a waste of time. I’m glad I noticed this early before wasting anymore time on someone who would inevitably be another Fuckboy.