Friday, 5 December 2008

stood up!

A week or so ago I received a smart ass email about something written on my profile. The boy wasn't ugly, I was bored, so I responded in kind. Cue a week's worth of trading smartass emails, and he suggested we meet up, I nominated a day and told him where I worked... he picked the time and the pub.

So I get to the pub near work at about 3 minutes past 6... and realise it's a fairly spread out pub with tiny little rooms and alcoves. So I walk into one and call him number.... nice recorded operator's voice informs me it is not possible to connect to this number...

walk outside, sit under a heater, go through my phone trying to call and chat to anyone and everyone I know so that I can a) whinge about the situation and b) not look like nelly-no-friends

15-20min later I am out of phone conversations to have... and patience so I go home

by the time I get home there is no apologetic text message, log onto the computer and check my mail - no apologetic email either. Begin to type him a mail that says 'you stood me up you bastard!' and think screw it, I'm gonna try calling him again so I can tell him myself rather than type it... and *this* time his phone rings.

Phone conversation starts of with: Hi, you stood me up you bastard! (I am nothing if not direct)

turns out the computer system went down at work and he was delayed waiting for it to come back up. The (silly) boy hadn't put my number into his phone yet, so he couldn't call me and let me know he was late. When I'd rung him he was still on the tube. He got there 5-10min after I left. Funnily enough there was a blonde girl waving, so he walked up to her and started apologising for being such a wanker... until he realised she was waving to the bloke behind him. Then he tried to call me, but I was on the tube.

All in all a perfectly synchronised avoiding-of-eachother!

So he'd just typed an apolgetic email when I rang to abuse him - and true to form it arrived 30sec into our conversation... so I agreed to see him next week, but told him this time I'd make him come to my office building and call me when he arrived. sorted.

1 comment:

a girl said...

i love your cheekiness!

blunt and straightforward-my type of girl.

=)