I guess it had to happen some time, but its a first. It was strange though, because I think it was a set up. Tall, dark and handsome, too-good-to-be-true with Villa in Italy, winks, makes a last minute suggestion for a drink. I decline. A few days pass, another invite. So I go, suspicion sirens blaring, and arrive early. No one matching his description is there. I sit at the bar and order a glass of wine. And still he doesn’t show. All is not lost. I have an excellent glass of Chardonnay, I spend an hour chatting with a sweet guy at the bar who gives me his card and have a Bill and Melinda Gates sighting. I laugh with my new friend at things I could write in an email to make Mr. NoShow regret his no show. I leave and come home to a message sent from Mr. NoShow Italian Villa at the exact time we were supposed to meet, “You stood me up.”
So I was played. I took the bait. Perhaps someone felt avenged for some terrible injustice I did them.
Bad dating juju for him.