Out Before The Game Even Started

I'm having to re-create this post, so it may not be as good as what I wrote last night (dammit, why didn't I save it?). I'll explain after I'm done.

1) I was really interested in your business venture. I find work vans extremely sexy. I was looking forward to riding around in one.
2) You had stellar conversation skills. Moments of silence every few minutes support that claim. And I never once was bored, ever, not even when you talked about licensing and the differences between trademarks and servicemarks for 15 minutes. Now that's quality "get to know you" conversation if I've ever had it! Gee, I'm really going to miss that.
3) Your latching on so quickly didn't at all make the "needy" alarm sound in my head.
4) Knowing now what I didn't know then, there is nothing else that I'd rather have done this week then talk to you, not even, say, cleaning my baseboards or using a Qtip to clean the rubber part of my fridge door. I don't wish I had any of that time back, not even one minute.
5) When you called to cancel our date 3 hours beforehand, well I just cried for hours and hours. Oh my, my - where will I go? Whatever shall I do?

Oh, and there's one more thing...
Girls lie too.
We don't care how much money you make, what you drive, or what you weigh.
Size doesn't matter anyway.
Girls lie too.
Don't think you're the only one to bend it, break it, stretch it some.
We learn from you.
Girl's lie too.

Thank you for freeing up my Friday night so I can go and actually have some fun. And good conversation. Looks like those baseboards will have to wait.

Ok, so here's the deal. I spent a good deal of time talking to this guy on the phone this week and we set up a date for Friday night. I thought, what the hell? A free meal can do the body and wallet good. He wasn't exactly my dream guy, but I was game (or glutton for punishment, however you want to see it). Anyway, he was supposed to call me last night to confirm the time and place etc, and I didn't hear from him. All night. And I was pissed. So I wrote a posting very similar to what I have above (albeit was probably better because it was in the moment, you know?) and posted it to my site - which he reads, or at least he did. However, 11:30pm rolls around and low and behold, I get a call. I get some story about how he was tired and fell asleep all night and was sorry blah blah blah. So, I give him a fair share of grief because my gut tells me he's lying through his teeth, but I air on the forgiving side and continue to agree to see him - obviously against my better judgment. So while he's on the phone last night, I franctically reboot my computer so I can delete the post I just posted (similar to the one above) so he doesn't get the chance to read it. Close call! But oh how I wish I had left it alone - or at least saved it as a draft. But I was panicked. So today comes and I get a call from him around 4:30pm that he's not going to be able to go. And then a long moment of silence (shocker, I know, because of the stellar conversation skills as mentioned earlier), leaving ample time to explain or come up with some excuse, but nope, I get nothing. So I say, "ok" in a cheery voice, wish him a good weekend and hang up. I'm off to hang out with some friends instead. Probably will have more fun anyway. Weird-o.

Aren't you grateful, all you married people, that you don't have to deal with this type of stuff? The upside is that it makes for some great material for blogsites.