Sunday afternoon: I’m at work - sitting at my desk trying to get some things completed before my trip this week. I hear a text come through on my phone, so I look to see that it’s Tony. He’s a guy I met over the summer around the time that a Bumble date RAN away from me at first sight. Do you remember this story?
Anyway, yeah. He’s the guy who texted me later that evening, telling me that he enjoyed meeting me and would like to see me again and that maybe we could meet up in Vegas because we were both going to be there at the same time in July. Oh, and he also said explicitly and in ALL CAPS that he PROMISED THAT HE WOULD NEVER RUN!!
Remember?
Do you also remember that he ended up leaving me hanging in Vegas? Like, showed up for 5 minutes and then asked me to wait for him to go meet some other dudes or something? And then he tried to come back at some crazy time after midnight or somesuch? Sure, it was Vegas, but I was also working and needed to be up and out before 7am the next morning!
Anyway. I hadn’t heard from him since Vegas and here was a text from him, telling me that he was in [my city] and thinking about me and thought that maybe we could meet up for a drink???
So…I gave him a chance. I figured that we were in my town and that it was Sunday night and I had already gotten my evenings mixed up for the event for my friend so I had a night free. Why not meet Tony out? What harm could come of it?
I said sure and texted him that I couldn’t stay out late and asked him where he’d like to meet. He replied quickly and told me that he was in a meeting with some people but that he’d text me back in 15 minutes.
Fine. Good. That gave me time to pick a spot where he could easily Uber, Lyft, or taxi to meet me. I told him where I was and that I would be sitting at the bar and maybe grabbing a bite to eat.
And so it was. I had my bubbles and I had my bites and I talked to the bartender and a few other folks. I was there for three hours. I don’t want to say that I was waiting…but truthfully, I WAS WAITING!!
Finally, I sent this text.
And lo and behold…he answered immediately (click link above for the text). He apologized, but. Come on. Too little too late.
What’s with people???
Tuesday Evening: I’m on my business trip and on Day #2 of touring the show, meetings, meeting new folks and making my way through this new experience. I’m having a nice time and enjoying the whole experience, but I am also feeling that nagging feeling that I haven’t heard a single thing from Steve McQueen since Friday night when he told me that he was going to call me on Saturday morning!
So I get done a little early and find the only wine bar that I can find in this town and get myself a drink and start talking to a dude next to me (who is crazy handsome, by the way), and we start talking about how people are so unreliable and how they need to say what they mean and do what they say (case in point: SMcQ)
And the more I think about it…and DRINK about it…and talk to this guy, the more I decide that I’m going to text Steve McQueen the idea that Parliament gave me - verbatim.
So I did.
Neat, huh?
Sorry. Sorry. Sorries.
This seems to be the story of my life.
xox,
GS
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