I hadn’t heard anything from my partner in the faildate in a week, no response to my one email, so there’s that and that’s just how it is, right? Oh well, life goes on.
Last night, I’m doing my regular monday night hang out, about 75% of the way thru my 2nd and final planned drink for the eve, and he shows up. When the B man asks if he wants anything, Q man says he’s good for now, but after we grab a table and chat for a bit, he hints that he would like something, if I’m buying of course. I do, and he tells a tale of icky illness, and “so sorry I didn’t get back to you”. He doesn’t want to make plans to do another date just now, but says he’ll call me later this week. Then, his drink done, he’s out the door.
B-man points out how rude and user-y the whole incident was, I leave my counterpoint unstated.
This morning, it occurs to me how fortuitous is was for Q-man that I just happened to be there when he showed up…