Oh! Awesome! Why not!?

Last night goes as follows:  I am supposed to meet up with Jeff at some point, watch the Yankee game, and have a few drinks.  We decide were going to go halfway between his house and mine.  Perfect.  I don’t want to drive alllll the way to his town, and I am sure the feeling was mutual.

Around 5:30 I get a message from him saying something about, “my mom just called me from Hawaii and I have to go check on my grandmother.  She’s not feeling well.”  Bla, whatever.  I guess it’s a good excuse right?  “I will be as quick as I can!”

“No problem!” is my response. 

In the meantime, I get ready; I have decided to go curly hair with red lipstick.  Tight pants and a black lacy backed shirt.  I guess that was good enough for a first date.  An hour goes by and now I am bored!  I call up Finny and we decide to meet out at the bar anyways.  I am not going to sit around and wait for him; I am not that kind of girl!  So I go out and meet Finny and her friends.

Another few hours go by and I am perplexed.  I havn’t gotten anything from Jeff and, I mean, I am not mad but I am starting to steam.  6 years ago I met the Ex on a night where I was stood up.  So being as history repeats itself I decide, fuck it!  I am going to look around to see if there is anyone in this bar worth talking to.  Long story short, no.  They’re all married, or fat, or bald, and probably most likely gay.  Which if course is the story of my life. 

I then decide fuck it again!  I am going to text him.

“Hope everything went well with your grandma.  I was thinking ‘this bar’ if that’s ok?”

See what I did there?  Put it in the past tense so maybe if he is really dealing with his grandma he could get caught in a web of lies.  And if he answers, he has been done with her for some time and again, caught in lies.  But, alas, he does not answer me right away.

One hour and 8 minutes goes by and then I hear my phone go off.

“Will you hate me if I bail?  I just want to go home right now.  Depressing stuff.”

Thank god I didn’t act like a complete dick head and say something smart-ass like.  I mean, I don’t know if he is being honest about this whole thing, or if he is really having an issue with his grandmother.  If that were the case I would feel like an ass hole.  However, on the other hand, was this just a ploy?  Did he ask me out and bull shit with me, and flirt via text just to see if I would play along?  Did Jimmy put him up to this?  Is it a point he is trying to make?  Listen, guy, I am not into playing fucking games right now.  It’s either you want to go out on a date with me, or you don’t.  Either way, I don’t care, but don’t fuck with me.  I am a woman scorned, I don’t trust the opposite sex at the moment and I really just don’t want to deal with this petty bullshit thing.  I mean, this is me ranting on about a potential lie.  Not a real one.  But I feel better about getting it out there that I am not someone to be fucked with.

Needless to say, I have not heard from him today.  However, what do I do it he contacts me?  Do I reschedule?  Do I go along with this and forget my psychotic little rant in the previous paragraph?  Whatever, I guess I will cross that bridge when I get to it.

I’m just happy I didn’t shave my legs.  It would have been a waste of soap and water.