Last weekend, my out-of-town friend put things into perspective for me when I realized that the last time he came and hung out with me in NY was in January.
During that visit, a good-looking guy approached me and we exchanged numbers.
Since then, we've sent each other a multitude of text messages (while sober & drunk, during the day & late-night hours) and had a few (very few) phone calls.
Some time, a few weeks after our initial meeting, I became fed up with all the last-minute failed-attempts to meet up and told him that we could either make plans and stick to them OR let's forget this whole thing.
So we planned a date and when the day came, we both bailed out on the plans.
He was sick and I was busy with work (or vice versa!)
We were back to the text routine... but like granny's teeth, there were few and far between.
Another few weeks passed and I finally decided to show up to a last minute invite... I got to the bar and realized that I have no idea what he looks like!!! He didn't send an immediate reply when I inquired about his whereabouts, so I left the awful hellhole he had chosen!
It didn't matter to me any more if we
ever hung out, because talking about this absurd situation became quite more amusing to me than the possibility of a love connection.
At 5:00 am, a few mornings ago - this being July (7 months after we met), he left me a voicemail saying how it was really annoying that we haven't hung out yet after all this time!!!
