I had a coffee and maybe dinner thing set up with a guy I'm talking to. It was fairly loose, you know, we decided to meet at the cafe between 5:30 and 6:00. No big deal. I was going to try to be there at 5:30 so he didn't have to wait around for me, but I didn't make it until about a quarter to. I didn't see him when I got there, so I grabbed a coffee and sat down to wait.
About five minutes to six, I get a text. He won't be in town until 7:30ish. He's still at his house. He didn't notice the time.
Excuse the hell out of me, but... What?!
Look, I could understand being fifteen or even thirty minutes late. I wouldn't be happy about it, but it happens. I've done it. In fact I pretty much would have expected it from him, despite having no history to base it on. I probably would have giggled and teased him about it when he got there.
An hour and a half, though? When there is no emergency, no traffic, no anything at all? He is going to be an hour and a half late because he was at his house, and didn't look at the clock?
Damn, that makes me feel important. I'm sure as hell glad that I asked him to come here, rather than driving down to visit him. An hour and a half late while I'm in a strange town would piss me right the hell off.
...Not that I'm happy about it now, of course.
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