Serendipity

20130717-233807.jpg Serendipity
ser·en·dip·i·ty
/ˌserənˈdipitē/
Noun
The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way: “a fortunate stroke of serendipity”.

This was not the original title of this entry. Originally it was “You gotta know when to fold em” So far – this hasn’t exactly been the most stellar week for dates. Tuesday’s guy had a particular, seedy feel to him to start off with (even chatting with him online). So I agreed to meet up with him for coffee, with the strong suspicion that he wasn’t going to show up regardless. Luckily the coffee shop we agreed on is on my way home from work, so it wasn’t a hassle one way or the other. I was correct in my surmise, the guy never showed, didn’t bother to send a message, and either deleted his account, or blocked me from seeing his profile. Classy.

It wasn’t a total loss though. While waiting for him to show up, I was chatted up by a guy sitting at the next table with his nephew. Ok, so the chatting up was mutual, and the conversation was delightful. The nephew appeared to be -greatly- amused. (He was college age, so I didn’t feel as bad taking over their family time) Eventually we all had to move on to our various appointments, and he kindly provided me with his card, and I provided him with my blog address so we could keep in touch. We texted briefly that evening, and I went to bed.

Wednesday rolls around, and I’ve got another essentially blind date. This one in Loveland. Well, this guy initially seemed interesting when we were talking online, a few common interests, but a little shy. We had arranged to get together last week some time, but he had to cancel the day of the date. I was pleased that he told me in advance, so we set up another time to meet. I mean, things do happen, there are legitimate reasons to cancel things. Well, I’ve messaged him once or twice since then to confirm today’s date, but never got a response, so I was starting to think he wasn’t going to show up. Against the advice of my co-workers, I drove to Loveland anyway (It’s at least an hour away) and sure enough, no-show, no-message.

While I’m waiting on this guy – and trying to decide what to write about him, I texted coffee shop guy from yesterday. I’m telling him about being stood up again, and he asks me out! For tonight! I believe what he said was something to the effect of “to apologize for men everywhere, let me take you out this evening. I promise I won’t stand you up.” Sure enough, when I arrived back in Longmont he was actually there, and we had a lovely dinner and chat.

Word to the wise, if they don’t give you a phone number; if they don’t confirm the day before, or the day of, they probably aren’t going to show up. It is, in my opinion, exceptionally rude behavior. A couple of my guy friends have had that happen to them more than once, and it’s no prettier from the other side. If you’re going to take the time to make a date, the least you can do is show up.

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