My "date" cancelled on me.
I'm not terribly surprised and not terribly upset, to be honest. There were some red flags over the past week and by this morning I was fairly certain it was going to be a bust. Thankfully I have a backup plan (it's called Netflix).
He left me a message on the bear social networking site saying he was sorry but has to cancel our plans. I replied that I am sorry too and then I asked why. I don't expect an answer and I certainly doubt I'll hear from him. No harm no foul, eh?
OK maybe I am a little upset. I could start questioning what's wrong with me but this time I'm not doing that. I don't think I was dishonest or flaky or even remotely ax-murderer-in-waiting-ish. Maybe it was my sense of humor he didn't get. Or maybe someone better came along - and by that I mean better for him, certainly not better than me. And if that sounds arrogant, I apologize, but I may not be perfect but I'm a good catch. I'm kind, thoughtful, employed, have a working vehicle, own my home, have a sense of humor, and a variety of interests. I guess in today's world that's not something guys want. This experience is exactly why I don't date often; guys either cancel on me or turn out to be the freak du jour.
I'd appreciate some advice on finding decent, honorable, trustworthy men. Especially from all of you partnered men out there: how the hell did you find one worth keeping? It is perhaps a good thing that I learned long ago that being alone does not have to mean being lonely.
So that's the 4-1-1 on my date situation. The Behr bombs again! (I say that with a smile.) I hope your weekend fared better than mine. BEHR HUGS!!