This happened in uh, January, I believe? I've had the idea for a while now, just hadn't had time to illustrate.
Here's the story...
One Saturday night after my girlfriend Niki and I had finished running into random people's yards with Christmas decorations still up and snapping photos with their decorations, we met up with her boyfriend and his friends at a local bar/restaurant. The night was going really well. One of Derek's (Niki's boyfriend) friends introduced me to his friend, we'll call him, Whack. First of all, Whack was wearing a Baja which I thought was so awesome and old skool. He starts talking to Niki and I and there was a lot of laughing, he was really charming, funny, and cute. He was talking to us some about his interests, his background, where he went to school... blah blah blah. Then Derek was ready to go home with Niki, and I was left there kind of by myself. I knew other people there, but Niki and I came there together. I thought to myself "Damn! I really want to talk to this guy but I should probably go." Not even a minute later, Whack walks up to me and is like, "I want to buy you a drink and talk some more." I'm thinking, "whoooo!" haha. (Note to readers, I don't usually find guys that intrigue me this much to where I would agree.)
So Whack buys me a drink and we sat in a booth and talked for a looooong time! He was telling me how he used to teach History in South America. He really had done a lot of cool shit and he was only a few years older than me. Then he starts feeding me the lines telling me how pretty I am and he starts guessing my ethnicity... Italian, Asian, Greek, Indian, etc. He didn't guess by the way, I had to tell him. Last call was approaching and he told me he really wanted to take me out to dinner. I'm like "okay, I need to figure out my schedule and I'll let you know." He asked for my number and I was hesitant to give it to him at first, because I think giving your number out in a bar is just so cliche, but I did. ha.
He texted me late that night telling me again how beautiful he thought I was, etc. (laying it on thiiiick, ha). The next day he calls me to ask when I'm free for dinner, I told him the next Friday. Throughout this week he had been texting and calling me non-stop. I'm thinking "wow, is this guy desperate? really interested? or what?" I was still excited to go out with him, nonetheless, because he seemed like a really cool guy. I told Derek that we had an upcoming date and he warned me that Whack had an upcoming baby on the way with some random girl. Of course, Whack would not have told me this during our first conversation. Knowing that though, I still wanted to go out with him. I didn't tell him I knew either.
Thursday rolls around, Whack called me that night to confirm our plans for Friday night. He said he was going to make dinner at his place and to come over around 630. He assured me how excited he was and all of that. I let my sister know that night about the plans. The next day I ran errands during the day and I hadn't heard from Whack. That was weird to me because of the over-texting he had been doing the past few days. I just ignored it though. Later that evening I got ready and still no word from Whack by 6. I didn't have directions yet so I thought that was weird. I sent him a text that said "You still primping?" No word back. 7 rolls around, no word! 8 rolls around, nothing! I called him and there was no answer. I start calling my girlfriends then because, honestly, I was soooooooooooooooooo worried. Doesn't add up right? This guy was completely stoked for a week, then the day of, no word? I wasn't even really mad, I was just worried.
I never heard from him AT ALL Friday night. Saturday I sent him a text and I said, "hey, I just want to know if you're alive." No word! I really was a wreck too, because I thought something awful happened. Sunday morning at brunch with my girlfriends I filled them in on everything. All of our crazy thoughts were said.. "Maybe he lost his phone and doesn't have your number?" "Maybe his baby mama went into labor." "Maybe he was in a car accident." There were numerous thoughts. Niki finally had me convinced that maybe his baby's mama went into labor because apparently she was due soon.
Meg finally says to me, "what's his number? I'll call him from my phone." haaaaaaaaaaaaa! I hadn't even thought about that! Meg calls his number and there was no answer. We all leave brunch and a few minutes later Meg calls me. She says, "Michelle! That number called me back!!!!" Meg was too nervous to answer the phone though so she didn't. I was piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed! I mean what the fuck? The very least he could have done was let me know he was alive! So anger gets the best of me and I sent him a text along the lines of "Look. I don't know what happened but you could have had the decency to call me. I already knew you had a baby on the way!" Secretly, I knew if he read that he would definitely respond. He sends me a really long text back about how he really wanted that date to happen, but there was an unfortunate event and he couldn't make it. He said he knew he had fucked up, but I needed to understand. Basically I said, "Sorry for your tragic event. Sounds like you have a lot going on. Take care."
He still didn't even have the decency to call me! A few days later he texts me again about how he wanted to make it up to me and take me to a nice Italian rest... No joke was texting me like everyday and I was just flat out turning him down. He wouldn't stop and then he told me was going to Diving School in South Carolina in a few days and wanted to see me before then. I said I was busy. Sooooo... Mr. Whackness and I never had our date. He is listed under Whack in my phone and he still texts me often. I don't even respond anymore.
What is crazy about this whole situation, is where the photo comes in. My younger sister, Lindsey, was with me a couple of days after him standing me up. She told me she was shocked when I told her what happened because the night before our "date" she prayed for the date not to happen if he wasn't the right one for me. She said she got a weird feeling about him when I first told her about him. There I was laying in bed praying about how I hoped everything would go awesome the next day. It really amazed me. I think that's why I never gave him another chance. I mean CLEARLY he wasn't the right one for me. haha.
Life... so unpredictable. I love it. :)
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