Last night, January 6, 2008, I was stood up. Let me explain. (This post is just to get my negative feelings out, but feel free to comment if you want to)
I returned to Montreal on January 2, 2008. Before I left for my holidays, I gave the romantic love interest a ring on his cell phone. I got voicemail (which seems to happen almost all the time). I left him a message wishing him a good holiday and that we could connect in the new year. So, on the 3rd of January, I gave him a call. He picked up the phone, so I chatted with him for a bit. This was just before when I had to replace someone for a muscle toning class, so I couldn't chat for long. The romantic love interest suggested that I call him on Saturday morning, the 5th, I called him at 9:30 a.m., and we chatted for a bit... I tried to set up a get together, but he told me that his Saturday was pretty full. He was going to work out, and do some stuff at his house, and was going to see a movie with his friend and also have dinner. So, he suggested that I call him in the afternoon of Sunday, January 6, 2008. And I did just that. I called him at 3:10 p.m., but I got voicemail. So, I told him that I was at a cafe, and that I would be leaving in about a half hour, so I would try to get in touch before I left.
At 3:50 p.m., before I left, I attempted to call. I got voicemail again. Thus, I left another message, saying that I will attempt to call when I got home, as I was still interested in getting together. I got home at about 4:10 p.m., and I called at 4:20 p.m.. The phone rang about four times (or five times), and I just hung up. The boy has a cell phone, so he will know that I called. And he didn't attempt to call me at all last evening to try to get together.
Two words: STOOD UP. I understand that something could have come up, that was urgent and last minute, but I just feel that he got my hopes up, and then they came crashing down. A friend suggested that I lay my cards on the table, and then if I don't get a satisfactory response, I walk away. This won't be happening in th next couple of days, because I'm still a bit cheesed. So, I may call Wednesday or Thursday evening. If he's smart, he would have called me by then to apologize and try to cheer me up, and promise to make it up to me. Granted of course, words are cheap, and actions speak volumes. I guess as the days continue, I'll figure out what to do. For some odd reason, I don't feel that he'll call though.
I did take the time to enjoy the rest of my evening though. I went out with two friends who are about to celebrate their six month anniversary, so we went to All you can eat sushi last night, and we had a blast. I enjoyed myself.
Labels: dating, life, love