I’ve been on bad dates, gone thru bad relationships, and have placed myself into poor dating situations; however, I don’t recall the last time I’ve been stood up on a date. Last night was a very frustrating reminder of what that meant. While movies often show some love-struck soul, waiting at a restaurant for their date to appear; I would like to believe this situation happens less frequently in real life. In today’s age of being able to “check-in” from space, how hard is it for someone to send the message, “I won’t be able to make it”? The answer, not very hard!
So last night’s date was pure befuddlement.
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This story begins at my favorite bar where I choose to enjoy an afterwork, happy hour drink. When I arrived, I sat close to an attractive woman in an Bollywood styled outfit. Moments later we were discussing our jobs, life and pets. She made it clear her love for her dog and began to confide other personal information. She was a widow of 10 years and had been asked to marry an additional eight times. Each man was turned down and the engagement rings were kept. She joked she could make a display of the 9 rings; she never did. Despite the bright red flags and warning signs, I obtained her number and watched her leave the bar, thinking I would see her in a day or two. I wasn’t ready for what would happen next. 
