So I thought I was being stood up…
Last night:
I left work, ran over to the J Club to drop something off.
Went back to my building where I was supposed to meet what I guess you call a date at 8 in the restaurant upstairs.
I’m a few minutes early so I order a glass of champagne while I make a few phone calls, read through emails, the usual shit I do when I’m waiting but don’t want to look like it.
[i’m perfectly aware that this makes it more obvious. and i’m okay with that too. at least in my mind i’m busy]
Then I get a text message, the 110 is a parking lot.
About a half hour goes by…I know LA traffic so I’m not worried - I order another glass.
Then another text, he’s been pulled over.
After an hour…
Nothing.
Two hours go by.
Still nothing.
At this point I’ve made new friends and while distracted by their chatter, I start to wonder what the fuck I’m doing waiting on someone, especially a man, for two hours.
So I call.
And it rings but eventually goes to voicemail.
And finally, once I get tired of the “who would stand you up?” jokes, I text to say I’m going home.
No response.
Part of me is a little worried that something may have happened but the other part, the majority, is livid and thinking fuck him.
I call a friend to complain on the way home. Ego a little bruised, but mainly disappointment.
And then comes the text at 8:30 this morning:
I just walked in the loft. I had left my wallet in oc and all I had in my pocket were credit cards. They took me in and kept me all fucking night and had me wait while they verified my license and identity against finger prints and then left dead to the world and a ticket for driving in a HOV lane.
Adding to frustration was desire to see you.
And so there it was.
In a stupid attempt to get downtown faster, he drove in the carpool lane.
Poor choices, ladies and gentlemen. Poor fucking choices.
And in a random, twist of fate he had forgotten his wallet.
Now do I believe all of this?
I’m not really sure.
But in a desperate attempt to save some face, I simply wrote back I’m glad you’re okay.
