Ok, I’m going to stick with posting about these next two dates out of order. I started going out of order because Violet was planned to happen after Uma, but a shift in Uma’s plans flip-flopped them, but I chose to stick with the names already preassigned.
I already told you Violet and I met for a short date Friday before our actual date Saturday.
Saturday came, I told her I was dropping my son off at the sitter’s by 6 p.m. and suggested we meet at about 6:30-7 p.m. at the new fancy driving range in town. On the weekends, that place has a waiting list of about 3-4+ hours. So I figured we could go, sign in, grab dinner and some drinks and just sit and chat while we waited for our tee time.
We had been talking and texting all day, and the last thing I really heard from her was when she was on the way to the gym in the afternoon. She sent me a “very nice” picture of herself on the way to the gym in her workout clothes.
Then right about 6 p.m. she texted me that she took some allergy medicine, fell asleep and just got up. She asked if we could meet at 8 p.m., saying she still really wanted to see me. I said 8 p.m. was fine, but that we would have to change up our plans and skip the driving range because I had to get my son by midnight (meaning we would have to leave the range by about 11) and we would likely not be able to get a time before then.
I didn’t hear anything back. I was already out and about, all dressed and ready to go. I was looking amazing by the way, if I do say so myself. So I decided to kill some time and drove over to the range to see what the situation looked like. Ya, it was jammed. Parking looked like it was a NASCAR event or something with all the people parked in the grass dozens of rows deep. The wait at 6:30 p.m. was already over 3 hours. So I started making my way back toward home trying to come up with alternate ideas while I waited to hear from her. She lives closer to me than the range anyway, so likely picking something close to us was going to be the best option.
Before I knew it, it was already 8 p.m. and I hadn’t heard anything from Violet. I just assumed she was trying to get ready and out the door and that’s why I hadn’t heard anything more from her. So I texted her asking what the plan was. No response.
It’s been over 24 hours since the last time I heard from her. I was certain I was going to hear from her this morning, apologizing for last night, saying she was too groggy from the allergy meds and just fell back asleep. Or something along those lines. Nope. Nothing. Not a phone call, not a text. Nothing.
So I just ended up hanging out an Irish pub with one of my neighbors. Not exactly how I planned to spend my Saturday.
I really want to give her the benefit of the doubt that she was just out of it with the allergy meds and was too embarrassed to say anything about it afterward. But if that’s the case, she couldn’t have communicated that with me? Or communicated anything with me? While I was sitting in the parking lot of one of my alternate options around 8 p.m., I wanted to see if she was on Match – and sure enough she was. So read into that, what you want. So maybe she was just trying to get out of the date. But nothing leading up to 6 p.m. Saturday night gave me any indication that might be a possibility.
But honestly, if I’m not worth a little effort in the communication department, I’m not going out of my way to see what is going on with her. If it’s that easy to bail on me and not give an explanation or any apology, then fine.
Moving on. I’ve got other options in the works, so no need to dwell on this.
Sorry there wasn’t more to share. I really had high hopes for this girl. Maybe next time.
Thanks for reading!