Wandering Away in These Foolish Things

Well, I may have let The Wanderer just slip away. Per my previous entry, I’d set a date to have dinner with him tonight at one of my favorite places and then we were going to go for a walk in the charming neighborhood that surrounds this place and down to my favorite park. I was looking forward to sharing some stories of my time spent in that park and what certain landmarks and benches meant to me.

However.

I’d forgotten that I’d already promised Maria that I’d go to a party with her tonight. It’s a small gathering hosted by a former work colleague and his wife and it’s actually kind of a good idea for me to go to this thing anyway for networking purposes.

When Maria sent me a text this morning asking me if I was still on for tonight, I gasped! I’d double booked and forgotten about this party! I was hoping Maria would let me out of it, but she told me that she didn’t want to go without me and she got special permission from the hosts to invite me and yada yada! Well, what could I do?

Bottom line is, Maria’s friendship is much more important than a second date with someone who’s likely never going to be even a semi-permanent player in my life.

So I messaged The Wanderer through the Tinder app and told him that I was very embarrassed, but that I’d promised my friend I’d attend an event with her at the same time and practically begged for his forgiveness and asked if he’d consider another evening next week. I truly felt pretty stupid that I’d done that - especially since my calendar is essentially wide open!

He wrote back simply, “No worries.”

I could tell he was annoyed (I know I am always peeved when a guy does this!), so I wrote back asking if I’d lost all credibility with him. Could we make a date for an evening next week?

He wrote back and simply said he’d be in touch.

So, we’ll likely just wander right back out of each other’s lives.

Onward, I suppose.
GS