Excuse me for the cliché here, but I’m allowed one Sex & the City reference, right? Remember that time Charlotte had back-to-back dates planned and it all blew up in her face? Well, that kind of happened to me accidentally a few weeks ago—but it wasn’t a fiasco; it was kind of awesome.
I made plans on a Saturday night (something I normally don’t do, but hey, I was free, and he was cute) to meet up with Casey. He was new to the city from Toronto, and via texting, he seemed normal and rather charming. He left it up to me to choose a place, which I usually prefer not to do. But because he was a NYC newbie, I gave him a break. Until of course, he texted me 10 minutes before our date to say he was just now getting in a cab and would be late.
Thirty minutes later when he was still MIA, I considered getting up and leaving, but I was having a nice banter with the bartender and relented. No joke, twenty minutes later, I finally decided enough was enough and headed out the door. I turned the corner to meet my friend Kristin for a drink, and I ran into Casey. He claimed he had been standing on the corner for the last half hour, unable to find the place (mmmhmm, sure) and he was sorry. I didn’t know how to just bail on him while standing face-to-face, so I led him back to the bar.
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