Date Flake
It’s Tuesday night and I’m sitting on my sofa, in sweats, alone, watching the third game of the World Series. What is wrong with this picture?
If you answered, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for/having drinks with Mr. Tuesday Night?” you are correct.
Yes, he flaked. F - L - A - K - E - D. Flaked. He was supposed to call me last night to finalize plans, namely a place and a time, but I never heard from him.
I had a gut feeling about his flakiness last week when he cancelled because he was sick, but ignored it thinking it was my own paranoia. Plus, we have a friend in common, and she said he’s a really good guy.
What kind of guy doesn’t even have the courtesy to cancel a first date? Hell, even an email cancellation would have sufficed. He’s just plain rude.