The Saturday Scavenger Hunt word this week was chosen by the Alien at Swamp Gas and Moonlit Reflections. His word was blue. So, here is picture of me and Coadster on Pier 39 with me wearing a blue shirt against a blue sky and a blue ocean. Oh yeah, and I'm wearing blue jeans.
So, after writing yesterday's post about being open and seeing what could happen, I ended up finding out sooner than I thought. That's right, I got a text from Mr. B. around 6 o'clock that said something like his ex wanted him to pick up his son early on Monday morning, so he wouldn't be able to make it on Sunday. I had already texted him yesterday and told him that I got my ex to trade nights, so I wouldn't have the girls.
Again, I think a cancellation deserves a phone call, especially since he told me he'd call me once he knew one way or another. I'm also still not sure why he couldn't come up anyway. If he had to get up early, we just wouldn't stay out that late, and set an alarm. Done.
I was disappointed and hurt and confused and I wasn't sure how to respond. If he had called me, I could have asked him why he wouldn't come anyway, but he texted me and I'm not good at having a real conversation through text. So, I just texted him back and said: "ok." I'm certainly not going to beg someone to hang out with me.
It's just instance number 5,236 of me not understanding men. Excuse me for writing in bad mixed TV and movie quotes, but I can feel it coming on. If he wanted to see me, he'd make an effort, and if he didn't want to, why would he make such a big deal about calling me at work to set it all up? As Yoda would say, "Do or Do Not. There is not try." Did he suddenly lose interest in 24 hours or was it a Marcia Brady thing where "something suddenly came up", meaning a better opportunity presented itself? It's not like I got hit in the nose with a football or anything. So, I guess we're done now, and I can put on my Levi's Movin' On jeans and commence to movin' on. Again.
Tomorrow is our block party and my friend Bridget, who is always trying to set me up with guys, is at it again. She wants to introduce me to a guy she thinks is great and "kind of hunky". He has kids and is actually my age, which is good, but her other set-up attempts haven't been that great. One guy was super cranky and had a hugely inflated self-image. She wanted to set me up with another guy who my friend John told me he thought was a dumb-ass and my friend K. confirmed it.
So, I'll meet this guy and see how it goes. Again. Maybe he'll be geeky and funny enough for me, or maybe he'll be just another dumb-ass. I'll keep you posted.