Last night I had two dates: martinis at 7 and then wine at 10:30.
For each date, the guy set the time.
So why the hell are niggas showing up LATE?
Date #1: He suggests that we meet between 6:30 and 7, so I say cool. I live about 30 minutes from where we were gonna meet, so I plan accordingly. I arrive at the martini bar at 10 to 7 and send him a text letting him know that I’m there….so why do I get a text back saying that he’s running late and that he’ll be leaving the house in 10 minutes? You know what time he arrived? 8:00! That’s right folks, he had me waiting for 70 FUCKING MINUTES BY MYSELF IN THE MARTINI BAR! Do you know how embarassing that is, to sit and wait for someone to show up in a bar? That has never happened to me before and I was so mad I was seeing red, literally. He sauntered in so nonchalant and apologized or whatever, but how do you forgive someone for being 70 minutes late? I mean really? Especially since I hold a grudge and I never forget anything. He’s all “I know I messed up but I’d like you to give me a chance to prove that I’m a good guy blah blah blah”….and I’m not having it. Oh, and did I mention that he’s 35? He knows better!
This illustrates my biggest dating pet peeve. I HATE HATE HATE when folks are late or change plans on me last minute. I have better things to do than sit around and wait for someone, and if someone makes plans with me I expect them to honor it. Somehow dudes don’t get that. Not to mention, how hard is it to send a text and say that you are running late so we should meet later? If you know you have to be somewhere in 30 minutes but you live 45 minutes away, then unless you have mastered time travel you are gonna be late and you should let the other party know. Oh, and the other excuse he gave me was that he assumed I would be running on CPT time…who does that for a first date? Niggas, that’s who.
So Date #2: We supposed to meet in Winter Park at a wine bar…I’m already downtown so I’m in the area a little early, but I couldn’t find a parking space. Once again, 10 minutes before we are supposed to meet, I get a text talking bout he’s way on the other side of town and he’s gonna be late. We go back and forth cause I’m not waiting all night for him, and then I decide to just go over there cause I live on that side of town anyway. So we wind up meeting 30 minutes later. And then he wasn’t dressed appropriately for where we were gonna go, so he couldn’t get in. WTF?
I swear, I’mma quit Black men…