Cancelled Plans

Few things anger me more than cancelled plans at the last minute.  I was supposed to have a date last Friday, but Thursday night, I hear from him and he says he’s not coming.  No “Sorry, I can’t make it.” No “Maybe we can go out some other time.”

“Hey, I think I’m actually just gonna stay home tomorrow.”

Thankfully, I was out, so by the time I was able to really react, my temper flare had burned down to an ember.  But don’t think I’m not upset. This was going to be a first date.  Obviously, it’s not going to happen.  He pursued me, not the other way around, so to do that was at best a little rude.

I ended up going out with friends to do Friday night karaoke, which I don’t get to do often anymore, and I’m so grateful for that.

I ended up getting sick sometime over the weekend, so now I’m basically stuck at home.  Not fun.