Scooter was so promising at first – he was very much a “good on paper” kind of guy. We met for a late drink, and after only an hour he mentioned that it was getting late for him. I got it. We walked outside, he kissed me on the cheek goodnight, and I think he said "I'll talk to you soon".
Here’s the clincher -- he then took off on his scooter while I stood there looking for a cab. NOT cool, dude. You know you're going on a date with someone who lives in your neighborhood? Bring the extra helmet, offer her a ride home. At least wait with her while she hails a taxi. He did neither. Asshat.
In other dating news: got a message from Smiles – he said he had a lovely time with me over the weekend, and while he had hoped to get together before my vacation, he didn’t think there would be time. No problem. I actually wouldn’t have had time to see him anyway.
And I got an e-mail from UN, saying he was looking forward to getting together after my trip – that made me smile.