The guy who stood me up yesterday left a message on my machine this morning. If his story can be believed, he got a call at 5 a.m. Sunday alerting him to a car accident involving a friend. On the message, he claims to have driven the five-hour drive to Daytona and "wasn't able to break away to call" me to cancel our plans. His apology seemed sincere, and he sounded exhausted on the message. Either he truly WAS on the road all day to care for his friend or he was just up late last night fucking his wife and his wife's best friend.
What ever is a girl to believe?
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Ugh. I hate these kinds of situations. You wanna believe him, but at the same time, you've also read the "He's just not that into you" book and you know what the book would say about that one: kick that shit to the curb.
Oh, did I ever read that book. After a particularly painful fuck-with-my-head/rejection, a girlfriend recommended the book to me. I was hesitant, because the title suggested to me that if he's just not that in to me, there's got to be a damn good reason. ie: I'm defective. Well, I am. But that's another story.
Anyway, the book ended up being fabulous. Thank you for reminding me of it. I can tell you one thing. I won't be calling that turkey. If he wants to hang out with me, he can make the effort for the next little while. I don't like starting things off on such a weird foot.
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