The flake is a jerk

If you haven't yet, read this post first:  Flakiness is not attractive...unless you are a croissant

So this morning I got these 3 texts:

Hey there.  I’m S, B’s gf.  Just curious why you’re texting my guy to meet?  Thanks.

You’re prob unaware of me.  I’m texting all the girls found on his phone including the 22 year old, the sisters he asked for a 3some (or was that you? Sister lives in jersey city too?), plus many others.  Also, he has genital warts.  Be careful!

Oh and he was on the phone with me when he cancelled on you.  I have the texts he sent you too.  Nice home wrecking.

I think this is hysterical.  In all my years of dating, I’m pleasantly surprised that this is the first time that something like this has happened to me. 

I wanted to reply with this:

Dear S,  I’m sorry that your boyfriend is a douchebag.  But maybe instead of calling me a home wrecker, you should ask your boyfriend why he is going to speed dating, because that is where I met him.  He is clearly stepping out on you.  If you don’t have enough self respect to dump him, then you deserve all of the misery you are getting and will continue to get.  Oh, and good luck with the genital warts, since I’m assuming he’s probably given them to you by now.

I am not going to respond though, because I feel like this woman clearly has enough problems and I didn’t do anything wrong.  The higher road is always the better one to take and I'll just consider the whole episode with him a dodged bullet.

 

Flakiness is not attractive...unless you are a croissant

Last week at 30 something speed dating I was pretty happy with the turnout of guys.  So while I didn’t participate in speed dating I did get to talk all of them because there were 2 more men than women.  So even though I didn’t date, I added my name to the event participants so that if any were interested in me they could pick me, as I often do when there are a number of good men.  I was very happy when I got an email the next day that someone, B, had chosen me.  He is 38, 6 feet tall and from Ireland so he has a lovely accent.  I emailed him with my phone number and a the next day he texted me.  We made plans to meet for a drink this past Sunday at 4pm.  Since he was coming from Jersey City and I from the Bronx, we decided to meet near the Path train at 33^rd street.  I left my apartment at 3 and was on the subway around 3:10.  My train is above ground for 4 stops after mine, so I went underground around 3:17.  Imagine my surprise when I came out of the subway at 3:47 to get a text from B saying that he wasn’t going to be able to meet me.  I replied back that it would have been nice to get a little more advance notice since I just wasted 45 minutes getting there only to have to turn around and go home.  He then texted back that he was stuck on the phone with home. I was pissed.  It was so inconsiderate.  Assuming he texted me right after I went underground, at best he only cancelled 45 minutes in advance.   The way I feel about it, is that unless someone was dying, in an accident or there was a work emergency there is really no reason why he couldn’t hang up the phone and meet me.  Sometimes I just don't understand men.  I don't know what I'll say to him if he shows up at another event.