It's like one of those bad horror films -- an epidemic starts taking over a small town: "but little Timmy was feeling just fine yesterday!"
In this case, the epidemic is causing guys to cancel on dates left and right. Ask Cute Jewess -- she's seeing it as well! Maybe they're retreating to pods deep in the center of the earth, with an endless supply of chicken wings and TVs showing constant baseball and porn.
I started off the week with three dates planned -- now I'm down to one.
Last night JK cancelled about two hours before the date -- work was crazy. He left a message AND texted -- when I texted him back with "no problem, let's talk next week", he texted back immediately, thanking me for understanding.
Today, Thursday Guy (I haven't determined a good blog name for him yet) e-mailed in the early afternoon to cancel, saying he wasn't feeling well -- then left a message to make sure I got his e-mail, and could we re-schedule for next week?
I bear no grudge against either of them -- they both cancelled in the most polite way possible. And after last night's cancellation, I enjoyed a fabulous dinner with foodie friend M, so it turned out to be a lovely evening.
If Saturday Guy cancels? Then I'll know there's something in the air.