It’s the bottom of the ninth, the bases are loaded. the bases are loaded. Two up, two down. It all comes down to this, ladies and gentlemen…
The batter steps into the box
Here’s the windup and the pitch and
OHMYGOD SHE JUST HIT HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A FASTBALL!!!! He’s outta here, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t worry, the EMTs will take him to *heh* have his head examined.
The Second Date and I are still conversing periodically, but it seems he has his life set up quite comfortably as-is at the moment.
There was a potential third date – it is he that got popped in the head with a fastball. It became clear to me a week or so ago that he was most likely not someone I would want to KEEP around. I left the line of communication open anyway, thinking that maybe (insert excuse for inexcusable behavior) and we would still be able to talk or something. Since my IMs are going unanswered, I’m left to make the assumption that I was the one being addressed in a journal entry as “Ms. Gameplayer” and accused of disrespecting his time. (While I was sick, and had a sick kid, and…..yeah.)
It’s very frustrating.
I’ll live.
Some things are blessings in disguise. Especially when it becomes to failed potential sutiors, I’ve found
Oh, I agree entirely. Still sucks when it happens, tho
Sounds like you got off easy. He sounds like a dud to me.