Boys Are Dumb (and so am I…)
7June 13, 2011 by Kat Richter
He said he’d call. Rather, I asked him to call and he said he would. Over the weekend.
Well folks, the weekend is over and I still have no idea when Date #7 plans to arrive on Friday, how long he plans to stay or if he’ll even show up.
Under ordinary circumstances, I might be able to tolerate his laissez faire approach to romantic entanglements (ordinarily, for example, I like the fact that he’s not a manic Type-A personality) but I’ve got another photo shoot this week, two production meetings and—oh yeah—The School’s entire End of the Year Concert to contend with and I have to re-choreograph all of the entrances and exits because the grand piano that was supposed to be moved off of the stage is being tuned so it’s got to stay put.
(“Don’t panic,” the music teacher said when she called me last week to break the news, “but we’re going to have to re-think a few things…”)
I also need to create 30 pairs of ribbon sticks in the next 24 hours, type up the program order for all of the other teachers and assemble the kids’ end of the year gifts bags from the bags and bags of sidewalk chalk, play dough and other dollar store goodies that have taken over my book shelf.
So yeah, I’m a bit more stressed out than usual, which is why I’m simply going to ask you to click here for today’s actual contribution to the blogosphere, stop allowing Date #7 to add to my list of Things To Worry About and get a move on.
My name is Kat Richter and I'm a writer, dancer and reformed serial dater. I write about relationships, travel, bargain basement fashion and the funny things I see and hear around Philadelphia. Enjoy, and remember: its not dating, its fieldwork!
You should call him! Take the initiative!
I can’t– I’ve been the one to call the last two times. In fact, I called him the night I went speed dating and he never even returned my call! How do I get myself into these situations?
URG–Red flag on the field. He’ll probably say he lost his phone, had a family crisis, or broke his texting finger in a rock climb. You haven’t even met, he plans to stay with you and your parents when he could have got a hotel, and then he has the nerve to be disrespectful. You deserve better already.
I know, my brain is going “Red flag, RED FLAG!!!” To his credit, he did initially plan to get a hotel but I told him not to… I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
Two production meetings? Was i dumb and forgot to put a second one on my calendar? Anyway, I’d definitely wait for him to call. Let him get his s### together. You have way more important things to do! At least you’re going to see an awesome show on Saturday! If he doesn’t show, we’ll get fancy drinks afterwards.
Wednesday at BM and Thursday at CEC, right? Or am I really losing my mind after all? lol!
Yay for fancy drinks– I’m gonna hold you to it!
I’d consider Thursday a rehearsal, but that’s just me! We’re straight!
I’m definitely more of a beer gal, but I do love me some Pimm’s cups.