Had a blind date yesterday. Or at least I was supposed to. (And yes, you already know where this is going.) An hour before we were supposed to meet, he texted that a dog had messed up his fence and he had to fix it so wouldn't be able to get together. I mean, whatever, dude. But my BS radar went off a little bit...
1. this conveniently happened at 2pm and not 9am?
2. we couldn't have pushed back the date time to like 5?
3. can't you call someone for crap like that?
Okay, rant over. Again, just another chapter for my book. Which at this rate will be like 5000 pages.
IHGB #342: The Tortured Poets Department
3 days ago
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