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How Many Strikes And You're Out?
How Many Strikes And You're Out? I met a great guy last year, and we spent an intense and satisfying afternoon together. We’d made plans to develop this into a regular thing, but what with pressures of work and so on, it was hard to set up a meeting in the New Year. A couple of times he emailed or texted me, to ask whether I could meet on such and such an evening instead. I always got back to let him know – sometimes I could, sometimes not. But I swiftly realised that if I said I could, he would then disappear on me for a few weeks. Now it’s not like we’d made plans – it was more of an “I’m free” (insert your own John Inman impersonation here) than anything: but after a while, it started to get a little off-putting that there would never be any other communication except for the sound of him vanishing in a puff of smoke. So in the end, I stopped responding. I was super-busy over the summer, and at one stage, hadn’t checked my personal emails for over 5 months. I also managed to pack my mobile in our office move – which didn’t matter too much, as it had been off for three months as from somewhere, I’d acquired a stalker – but I was fairly unreachable all in all. Just after I’d sorted out the inbox of doom, and acquired a new mobile number, I signed back up on here again, and pretty quickly thereafter, I had a message from him. This time, we made a definite plan – but then, mid-afternoon the day before, he cancelled on me. Now I appreciate that he let me know – it meant I could cancel the hotel, for one thing – but the reason, whilst OK, was not one that really he shouldn’t have known about until that stage (though evidently, he didn't). Now he *was* apologetic, but I am left wondering what next, because I kind of have rules about these things. There are only so many times you can mess me about before there are consequences. And I admit, I am ridiculously patient – ask the . But in my head, this was kind of the last chance for him. I get that it’s not his fault, and it was better than just being left, waiting, with no contact (which some men do find acceptable to do). So do I just accept that sometimes, these things happen, and reschedule for the New Year? Or if I do that, am I being an ever bigger mug than I've been already? Answers on a postcard, please! |
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A gentleman would have rescheduled once he knew he could not make it to the agreed upon meeting. If it's happened more than once, ( the cancellation) then I say listen to your head and move on.
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Hmmmmmm In my eyes being on here is some kind of tacit commitment itself. Maybe I'm wrong but we are all here for a certain purpose, regardless of what that purpose is. I'd guess consistent cancellations and no shows from either sex would indicate a wife / husband / significant other. Merry Xmas xxx
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Oh surprisingly I find it quite easy to get out of Worksop. Bearing any natural disaster or apocalypse I can get in the car, and within 10 minutes I'm on the M1. The big question is, North or South ?
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