I recently went on a swiping spree, as one does when she is bored on a Wednesday night. I had about 20 conversations going with different guys, which most of us know, usually go absolutely nowhere and you never meet because they all seem boring as hell. One guy took it to the next level. He asked me to meet and get drinks! I love drinks. I live for drinks. Plus, this guy had some hot abs in a couple of his profile pics. I was in.
Admittedly, I am only chatting or meeting any of these guys when the guy I actually like a lot isn’t giving me attention or making plans to see me. We aren’t exclusive…I don’t think? Who fucking knows anything these days. These other boys are just keeping me busy so I don’t psycho text my main guy. Also, I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket. Gotta keep my options open, just in case!
We plan to meet at a place between his place and mine at 7 on Saturday. Cool. Until…the guy I’m enamored with says he will meet me. All bets are off, Ab Guy! My boyfriend’s back! He texts me to confirm our plans and I tell him I had to stay late at work and I also forgot I promised my friend I’d attend his drag show. Yes, I lied! Yes, I’m an asshole! No, this was not the first time and I’m betting it won’t be the last! I asked if we could reschedule. Here was his response:
Boy, bye!
Should I have kept the date? Yeah, probably. It’s rude to cancel last minute, I know, but shit comes up! In this dating land, you have to be flexible right? I’ve had guys reschedule dates with me and I just go with it! I don’t expect that their life is revolving around me – YET! I think I dodged a bullet with ol’ Tom here.
Swiping My Life Away 