When starting a new life in NYC, I was actually excited to get into the dating scene. I mean, who doesn't enjoy a free meal or drink every now and then? A couple days after my big move, I already redownloaded all my dating apps, and was spending too much time swiping left and right (mostly left) on them. One day, I came across a cute, baby-faced British guy, who's profile made him look like a total sweetheart. Probably due to my obsession with Love Island and weakness to anyone with a British accent, I did not hesitate to swipe right. After a brief conversation in the app, I agreed to a date, and I was excited.
The day of the date finally came, and as excited as I had been leading up to it, I woke up with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I decided they were just pre-date nerves, and shrugged it off, but I should have listened to my gut. We had decided to have dinner at a comedy club, and then explore the city together after. We agreed to meet at 6pm, so even though I tried to play it cool, I was standing outside the club a few minutes early. As I'm standing there, I'm looking all around for the Brit, but don't see anyone yet, that matches his profile pictures. At 5:59, I receive a text that says, "hey, I don't think I'm going to make it" Though I should have been pissed, I was mostly just annoyed. This man had simply wasted time and my makeup. His excuse was that he was an investment banker, and he had to work. I found that odd considering it was a Saturday. Even if he was being honest, I should have been notified at the very least an hour before. Blowing someone off one minute before the date is beyond rude. Even though he begged to reschedule, a date never happened. A cute accent does not excuse rude behavior.
As my favorite islanders say, I had been pied off. Oh well!
XOXO,
Kristin
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