I had been honestly myself. We laughed, cried from laughter, and talked about everything under the sun.
When can I see you next?
He asked me in the middle of the date. He was eager, kind and interested. When I told him about my plans to be low-key on a Sunday afternoon getting lunch and a massage, he practically begged to join me. I was hesitant to let him join me. After all, the tradition became in an attempt to have a “me day” away from my ex-husband-to-be. My sometimes getaway has turned into a weekly haven for me to escape my real life.
Let me join you on Sunday, I promise it’ll be worth it.
I caved. Gave him a healthy smile and confident yes. After all, if it’s not a hell yes, it’s a hell no. So we planned out what our day would look like, I added him to my lunch reservation and gave him details on where to meet me and when. It was set in stone and I was excited. He seemed excited too.
A few days later, through text we find ourselves going back and forth about how great of a time we had and the hopes for future plans. Looking back, he was a giant texting red flag.
Hey I’m here, let me know where you are and I’ll come meet you.
I sent off the text confidently, knowing I was 10 minutes early. I had come from work, so I knew that it would be a few minutes until he showed up. I took my seat in the plaza with my soft pretzel and my book and lost track of time. An hour goes by and I don’t even notice, but then I realize that he’s still not there and I send off my second follow up text.
Nothing.
After waiting 20 minutes, I call. Instead of sending a third. This is when I realized that not only was he not coming — but he blocked me as well. It was an extra effort I wouldn’t think many would take for a second date.
So with the non-communication and the obvious disrespect of not bothering to show up. I took myself shopping. As one does right?
I still have the beautiful brown coat I bought that day.
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This post was previously published on medium.com.
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