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John and I actually scheduled a date tonight... I showed up, and waited, and waited. Called, straight to voicemail. Waited some more, called again to tell him I was leaving. He calls an hour and half later apologizing profusely, he had fallen asleep. He wanted to reschedule for Monday, I asked him what he was going to do for the rest of tonight. He didn't quite get that I was asking to still salvage this evening, so I spelled it out for him. "This place is a mess" he says. "That's ok" I reply, "No it's not." The conversation then devolves into basically calling everything off. All because he wouldn't let me come over. Go figure.
I think the male species is now seeking to ruin Christmas for me too, cause ruining my birthday just wasn't good enough.
I think the male species is now seeking to ruin Christmas for me too, cause ruining my birthday just wasn't good enough.