So, yeah. Wall St. Remember him? First date on the High Line, then a nice dinner, and then he bailed on our third date after it was supposed to start. And not just any bail. An epic bail. The bail to end all bails.
It took me a while but I did finally text him, per the advice of a coworker, but made sure it was something that didn't require a response from him. First, I wanted to be humane if something had happened. Second, I don't want someone responding to me because I set them up for it by asking a question.
I was reading the other night and nothing was getting through... just kept having to re read and finally admitted that not texting him was driving me crazy so I sent a really simple message... a message that clearly didn't need to be answered: Hope everything is okay.
Almost instantly he texted me back.
Hey, I'm so glad to hear from you. Got a minute?
Needless to say, that was not what I was expecting. Not one bit. Maybe I kind of hoped for something but this sounded like he wanted to call. And maybe I'd had a glass or two of wine. And maybe those glasses were a little generous. Also, I wasn't prepared for this. Not one bit. So I didn't respond. And I avoided opening his text so that he wouldn't see it was read (yes, I keep my read receipts on like a weirdo). Instead, I frantically grabbed my keys and ran across the hall to visit with E who is also a single girl in her twenties spending far too much on a studio in Manhattan. We bonded INSTANTLY when she moved in.
We ordered some Seamless and then quickly settled in to chat about it. She knew that I had been out with this guy and that it was going well, but not much more than that. I was full of, "Why did I text him"s and "Now what do I do?"s because I need that initial outpouring of drama but she and I both agreed that I liked this guy, and so I reached out to him, and that this was what I wanted. Well, maybe not THIS. This was big. This was high stakes. Got a minute?! Uh, no, Wall St. A minute like this takes quite a bit of preparation. Can I schedule you in for tomorrow?
And that became the crux of the issue. I didn't want to talk to him right then, but I also didn't want to play games and make him wait. So E and I came up with a ridiculous plan (I love that she and I are on the same brainwave when it comes to that), ate our food while watching some Broad City, finished the bottle I'd brought over, opened a new one.
And then I went back across the hall and blew up all the plans. Because I called him. I didn't bother texting back. In a swirl of wine- and empanada-induced haze I just called him. Plans be damned. He picked up ON THE FIRST RING (who does that... who even calls anymore?!) and I started rambling about wine, empanadas, seeing his text and calling him back. Yeah, +1 Hannah. I didn't need to be the one feeling badly about letting a text go -- he freaking didn't show up for a date. But obviously I like him. *grumbles*
Turns out he was equally awkward, hugely apologetic, and gushing at the same time so maybe I didn't come across as desperately as I felt.
A friend of his called and was a mess. Apparently time got away from him and he completely flaked. I like the fact that he is such a good friend -- the guy people go to for emotional support. Makes me think he's probably a little more emotionally available than some of the other guys I've dated. I'm not sure if I like the fact that he is so freaking flaky.
"I'd really like to see you again, Hannah." I am a sucker for people using my name. And so I agreed. I've been writing this post for a few days... it's currently Tuesday the 19th and we're going to try again tonight. I'm not sure if he was joking when he suggested the same Alphabet City bar but that's where we're headed.
Let's hope no one has a crisis tonight.
It's good that his friends lean on him, right? Like that's pretty awesome.