Though, without actually STARTING the date, it’s hard to call it a Date Report.
*sigh*
Here’s how it went down. (I literally just c&p this from my facebook notes, so. yea. i’m taking a short cut. sue me)
so we were supposed to meet at 8pm tonight at the flying biscuit in candler park. i had to meet my landlord at 4pm to get the keys to my new place (doot!), so i just brought my stuff to get ready at my new house. i knew i was going to have some time to kill, but when he texted me at 7:15 to tell me he was running a half hour late, i was a bit bothered. but i can hang. i had a few errands to run (had to go on a beer run for my moving help on sunday, lol). i end up at the restaurant at 8:15, so i sit in the car for 10 minutes. i go up to the restaurant at 8:25 and stand outside the front, under my umbrella. at 8:30, i send him a text “i’m here. how far away are you? should i go ahead and get a table?”
no answer.
i’m like “how long do i wait” in a text to some friends. everyone is like “five minutes. maybe ten”
my friend rodney calls at 8:40 and is like “get the hell out of dodge.” so i’m talking to him as i walk to the car, get into the car and drive away. as i round the turn in front of the restaurant, i see a man standing out front, on a cell phone, looking up and down the street. my call waiting beeps. it’s ryan, my date. rodney is like “take it. maybe he had something come up.”
so i take the call and ryan is like “where are you?”
“um, i’m in my car, headed home.”
“oh no! what happened?”
“yea… um, i waited outside the restaurant for 15 minutes.”
“oh man! i am so sorry! i got here at 8:15. i got us a table, i wanted to make sure i was here before you so that i could make a good impression. oh no, jami!”
“yea… well, i’m headed home now.”
“oh.”
“ok. well, i guess i’ll just talk to you later.”
“ok.”
what the hell?
so fast forward a few minutes and i get a text from him “i was standing right inside the front door and had already turned my phone on silent for the date. i even had a nice table held for us. i’m so sorry you didn’t see me. good night.”
and can i just say, as i was recollecting my thoughts from the evening, i must’ve walked past that front door of that restaurant at least 12 times. and this wasn’t some hustle and bustle busy place. i saw, when i looked into the restaurant, the hostess standing at her little podium thing and some dude, all leaned into it, talking to her.
yea. that was him.
flirting with the hostess, with his ringer off, and then 20 minutes later like “oh shit. where’s my date?”
i called him on my way home, after touching base with some of my girls, and he was super apologetic, told me that he was so sorry, that he knew he blew it, that he didn’t blame me for leaving. that if he had a girl friend tell him that she waited 15 minutes, he would be like “why? you should have left!” lol he was very apologetic and asked to please make it up to me. that he really wanted to take me out and was just super sorry he blew it.
i was like “it’s cool. have a good night.”
dude. c’mon.
you don’t make this bitch wait.
in the rain.
