He stood me up.
I rushed through dinner with friends I hadn't seen in months, only to get stood up.
I sent him a text around 8:30pm to see if he was still good to go. No response until 10pm - which was blah blah blah about him falling asleep and being too tired to do anything. "I'm awful" it said at the end.
Not as awful as I am for actually giving him another chance.
I'm really starting to hate him.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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