Cupcake Dangler (CD): While I was running errands, I ran into an old buddy, and we grabbed a drink. How was your night?
Me: It was fine…right up until the point that you stood me up.
In my 15 dating years, I’ve never been stood up. Even Mephistopheles never pulled that. He was notorious for showing up late, but he always showed up.
CD: I didn’t realize I had actually committed to seeing you tonight.
Oh no you didn’t…. The c-word rears its ugly head.
CD: I’m sorry. I messed up.
Me: It’s ok.
That “It’s ok” was the kind you feel like you have to say because someone apologized, but in reality, your feelings are still hurt
and you just want to punch the asshatted douchearoo in the face.
Except for this, CD was a perfect gentleman while we dated. But it was this exchange that made me begin to realize he wasn’t the guy for me.
My friend Puddin’ put it best: “He’s nice guy. But he’s not your nice guy.”
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “That cupcake is terrifying. Look at the eyes! Cookie Monster is choking on that cookie. Why are you wasting time arguing about desserts and nicknames when you should be doing the Heimlich maneuver?”—Laura