So I had gone on a date with this guy, lets call him C. Great date, he picked me up, we drove to brooklyn, walked the boardwalk on Coney Island and then got coffee at some cafe. Great. He calls me to set up another date, we call it for 7pm he will pick me up. I get dressed, a whole to-do, and am sitting in my apt ready at 7. Nothing. 7:30, nothing. 8, nothing. I am texting him and i dont get a response. Finally at around 815 he calls me to tell me hes really sorry, hes running late at work, hell be done soon. (Why didn't he call me earlier? who knows) so i decided instead of waiting anxiously in my apartment alone, I will go to my friends across the street and hang out. It gets to be 930 and I still haven't heard from him, I text him being like wtf? and hes still at work. Finally around 10 he says to me, ok I am going to leave in 15 minutes I can be by you at 1045. I said no thanks, have a good night. I am livid.
Fast forward two years later.
Somehow we start emailing again and talking and realizing we have a lot in common and why didn't it work out? Oh yeah, he totally flaked on me. We email back and forth for a week and he asks me out. I said sure. (Why not just try it out, right?) I tell him to come over around 7 again. I get dressed am running kind of late so when its 7 and I don't hear from him I am a little happy. (Also, since I am late for things a lot, I always give the guy some leeway). It's 740 and I still havent heard from him so I text asking him whats up? And he says he's running late but he is on his way. Twenty minutes later he calls me to tell me he got lost but he will be there soon (Apparently he lives in Brooklyn and still doesn't know how to go over the bridge to Manhattan.) Twenty minutes later I get a text from him that hes on 110 and Central Park West and will see me soon. So he's outside of my building in his car, hes an hour and a half late and I am so angry, but I decide to go out anyways. (MY MISTAKE).
I get in the car and say hi and he doesn't at all apologize. He starts talking about how he made a wrong turn and doesn't usually drive in the city and then says "OK, where do you want to go?" So I say, "oh, I don't really mind, where do you want to go?" He responds "I was so busy trying to figure out how to get here that I didn't even think of something to do, so since you live here, just tell me where to drive." I am livid. I hate when guys do this. So I tell him to turn onto CPW and figure Ill just stall for time. We get to the Columbus Circle area and I say, oh we can stop here and walk around inside, its nice. So we park, walking and there must have been some Jewish concert there because there are a million Brooklyn and Queen's frummies walking out. So I take him upstairs to the bar/lounge and say "Do you want to go here?" And he says "No, Its too loud and dark for me, where else?" so in my annoyance I say "OK, lets walk around."
I take him to a Starbucks across the street and he and I walk up to the counter and he looks completely confused as to what to order. Hes asking the lady about what tea they have and doesn't understand the Starbucks lingo (who doesn't know what a grande is?) Then he gets awkward about paying for my tea and I decide I am just going to play dumb since its probably $2 total. We sit down and have some awkward conversation and 5 minutes in the Starbucks is closing and we get kicked out.
I take the guy to the hotel nearby and we sit across from each other in a loud lounge couch area, instead of him sitting next to me, and I am having the hardest time hearing him, but it doesn't matter that much because he is talking about weather patterns and his concern for the drought in Israel. I finally make it seem like I am super tired and yawn loudly and suggest that we should go when he says, "why? I like this place!" I insist on leaving and he reluctantly gets up and we walk to the car and he drives me home. In front of my apartment he doesn't really say much so I chatter on for a while because I feel awkward and then he makes a move for a hug and it doesn't work bc we both still have our seatbelts on. I laugh nervously say goodbye and run up the stairs in horror. ---- LA
I take the guy to the hotel nearby and we sit across from each other in a loud lounge couch area, instead of him sitting next to me, and I am having the hardest time hearing him, but it doesn't matter that much because he is talking about weather patterns and his concern for the drought in Israel. I finally make it seem like I am super tired and yawn loudly and suggest that we should go when he says, "why? I like this place!" I insist on leaving and he reluctantly gets up and we walk to the car and he drives me home. In front of my apartment he doesn't really say much so I chatter on for a while because I feel awkward and then he makes a move for a hug and it doesn't work bc we both still have our seatbelts on. I laugh nervously say goodbye and run up the stairs in horror. ---- LA
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