The following I, Anonymous author of "Getting Brushed Off" lobs this dating softball to the denizens of the I, Anonymous Blog:
After date #1, he texted me that night telling me he had fun, that I’m cute and he hopes to see me again, soon. Needless to say, I was happy when he texted me that he was free the following Friday night and wanted to meet up. So date #2 was set...
9:40 am Saturday, I get, “Hiiiiiii, Sorry! Work ran late. Then my phone died after using Pandora and excuses, excuses. Sorry I missed you!!!”
I’m totally stumped. What the fuck do I do with this?
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