Sunday Weigh-in -- Week Two:
I'm a day early, but I'm not sure the scale will be so forgiving tomorrow. Today's numbers: 140.8 -- down 2.2 since last week, for a total of 3.2 lost! Yes!
True, part of that was because of a stomach bug that caused me to eat much less for a few days -- but I'll take it! Let's keep this train going!
Date #155 -- Dog Man:
Maybe because we'd "known" each other through Facebook for something like two years -- I just felt comfortable with him right away. He thoughtfully arranged for us to have dinner at a restaurant where his good friend is the chef -- oh my, way too much good food. I tried to restrain myself. Not easy!
After, we went to another spot for a drink, gradually sitting closer and closer. Eventually led to some sweet kisses -- not enough that we'd be implored to "get a room", but enough to know that we seem to have good kissing chemistry.
He emailed me a few days later, asking to make plans for this coming week. Looking forward to it -- he just "feels" like a good fit, for whatever that's worth.
I know -- pretty ridiculous that he's still being mentioned here. As I wrote last time, we were supposed to have plans on Sunday -- I texted him about 4 pm asking if we were still on, and he never responded.
A friend reminded me of the Sex and the City episode where Carrie was stood up by a guy, but he had a very good excuse: he died. I certainly wouldn't wish death on anyone, even someone who stood me up -- but out of curiosity, I just had to find out if this guy was dead, in the hospital, or in jail. After all, why else would he NOT call me back? (please see the sarcasm here!)
A few days later, I emailed him, asking if he was still alive, and to please give me the courtesy of a return email -- he didn't even have to call. Nothing.
The next day, I wrote to our mutual friend, D, and mentioned my concern. She was surprised, and said that was completely unlike him, even though he was sometimes flaky, and forgot plans previously made. She texted him at 7 that night, and when she didn't hear from him by 1 am, she started getting worried as well.
The next day she finally talked to him (without mentioning me): turned out he'd been hella-stressed with his divorce. He's been separated for about a year, and lately his ex-wife has been giving him a hard time about who-knows-what. (ha -- maybe he hasn't been returning her calls...)
My first thought was: that means you can't take 10 seconds to text someone to let them know you need to cancel your plans? Dillhole.
My second thought (with a slightly evil grin on my face): Good. I'm GLAD you're having a hard time with this. Karmic retribution sucks, doesn't it?
I’m glad to hear that he’s alive, but a little happy that he’s going through a rough time with his ex – karma’s a bitch, isn’t it? I know one has nothing to do with the other, but in my mind: dude, that’s your payback for standing me up. What goes around, comes around. I feel a lot better!