Okay, a tale from my online dating adventures --
Flirted and texted with a guy for a couple weeks. We met at a local bar where he arrived first and graciously ordered glasses of chardonnay. Though a fan of red wine, I was impressed by his take-charge attitude and happy to try something new. The wine was good and as was the conversation. We found we grew up in the same area. We shared a couple online dating stories and past relationship history. Two hours later, we remarked how much fun we had. A quick kiss and goodnight. His upcoming weekend was scheduled time with his teenaged daughters. A few more days of fun flirting via text and then the following weekend is upon us.
What are your weekend plans, he asked.
A trip to Destin, Florida to celebrate Chrysanthemum's birthday with friends.
When are you leaving?
This afternoon I will drive to Houston to catch a plane.
He said he would love to see just for a minute so he could kiss me goodbye.
Sounds good, he asks me to meet him at 5:00 in the parking lot of a business near both of our workplaces.
5:01 I arrive to the parking lot. No other cars.
5:05 I sent a "where are you?" text.
5:15 No response. I leave.
Two hour drive to Houston and delayed flight. No text, no call.
Imagining phone issues, getting hung up at work, wanting to know what the hell is going on . . . all the stupid crazy shit that women do . . .I finally send this text a couple days later.
"Hello Rufus. It's Skitzo. Are we not talking? I understand if you couldn't get away Friday but I don't understand the lack of communication. What am I missing?"
Two days later, he responds with a text.
"Too much to type . . . will have to explain through conversation . . ."
Ok, I send back. Just making sure you were receiving my texts.
NEVER heard from him again. That was a month and a half ago.
Mind you, better for him to flake early and reveal himself but it is just so curious . . . .