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.