So I had a date with a guy who will remain nameless. First date went pretty good. Then he called me back for a second. I thought it was cool , so let's go to a metal concert. We had it all set up but he kept me waiting. Shit happens but he called so I waited at this bar down the road from his apartment so we could carpool downtown and only pay for parking once. And I waited...waited... then finally he shows up and he's bombed outta his mind on pills and alcohol (can't say I wasn't heading for the same place) but he was hanging on this chick and 15 minutes later he's all up on it and I left and he didn't even notice.
There was a day when that could have destroyed me. He was kinda hot. Tattoo'd, pierced, guitarist for a metal band, AND he had a job. OMG! But I even told my room mate from the first date that I didn't know why I wasn't just fuckin crazy about this guy. There was a day I would've waited by the phone for his call with baited breath. Nope. Am I gun-shy? God forbid grown up enough just to err on the side of caution? I don't know. But I left a lil pissed and lil hurt so I went to friend's house and got screwed up and had a great time. Sure i'm a little offended, I mean, why did he call in the first place? But I sure am not thinking about it much, let alone beating myself up about it. Oh well. Chalk it up to lessons learned I guess and move right along like nothing ever happened...because, truly, it didn't.