Long time no blog! I'll just get to it.
I was minding my own beeswax when a friend called to say she had the
perfect man for me. I was instantly excited after hearing her sales pitch.
Healthy, in-shape, outdoorsy, family-oriented, dog-lover, good-looking, an
officer of the law (employed is good). So I gave her the green light to pass
along my digits to this perfect man (for me).
He texted right away to schedule
a time when we could talk, and topped it off with some dry wit. I was
pumped.
We talked. We texted. We laughed A LOT. We planned a date.
The day before the date I received a text, "You want the good news
or not so good news first?"
This ain't my first rodeo so I knew exactly what was about to happen. My
heart sank. So I responded, "Hit me."
"Well, the not so good news is that I won't be able to meet up (ugh).
I forgot about this tuxedo fitting I have at 6pm; you see I'm in a friend's
wedding in June (uh-huh), and my professor forgot to tell us that we have a
test on Friday (mm-hmm) because he can't get his head out of his ass (I bet),
and since I have that tuxedo fitting (which takes all of 10 minutes) and a test
(three days from now) I won't be able to make it. But the good news is that I'd
like to make it up to you!"
Wait. It gets better.
"I'm done with school in just 3-1/2 weeks!"
I pictured myself in a period drama with a chalky face and velvet hoop
skirt, throwing my body onto the lush grass, fanning my cleavage with a
handkerchief, "Oh what ever will I do with myself!?" I was floored. He wanted me to wait 3-1/2 weeks? For a first date? I told him that he must be some catch to ask me to wait that long for a date. He LOLed.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it; though it should have been
(please refer to my post YOUR GUT'S NOT TRYING TO BANG YOU). I took friendly
advice, tried to empathize with his
situation and I gave him another chance. We texted and chatted a bit here and there until I
realized that this guy was full of lame excuses. He was just "soooo busy" and he "just had nooo time to meet up." I mean, he "hasn't even
seen his family in days!" The thing is, even the president has time for
coffee. If he wanted to meet up with me, he would have.
So I finally accepted what my gut had been trying to tell me all along,
which is that Officer Busypants had no intention of ever meeting up with me for
whatever reason (if this dude ever reads this he should see my post ANY PORT IN A STORM). It’s all good. I dodged a bullet.
So ladies, there's another one for the books.
