Oy! and Oy!

That reminds me of that episode of Sex and the City where Miranda gets stood up because her date DIES! Yikes, I’m glad to he didn’t get hurt!

but why did it take him so long to email?

keeping my fingers crosses on the throat culture

doesn’t mean something that he had your e-mail address saved in his address book?

i hope your culture is negative so you can get those icky infected things out of your body…and so i can housesit your plants!!!!

Margaret: his laptop, cell phone, etc. was all stolen and just recently retrieved and given back to him.

I Still Don’t Believe It.

I hope The Police Report is Stamped, “Lamest Excuse For Not Calling A Girl To Cancel A Date You Didn’t Really Want To Make In The First Place Because You Are Not Really Ready To Be Dating But Then Someone Told You The Chick Had A Blog And Wrote That You Were Flakey And Rude And You Are Afraid Other Girls Who You May Want To Date (If You Were Mature Enough To Date) Will Read It And You Want To Clear Your Good Name Ever.”

If you need to see the police report, you shouldn’t date him. You’re obviously suspicious of him and that will only get worse.

of all the luck in the world…

Since he knows one of your friends, couldn’t he have gotten in touch with you that way? It seems very weird.

I hope the surgery goes ahead as scheduled…keep us posted!

And thanks for the birthday wishes on Tuesday!

Bullshit. No one ever gets their laptop (much less their cell phone) back.

This dose of reality brought to you by a native New Yorker.

why would he take the time to email you later if it wasn’t true? i think you should give him a try if your friend says he’s a good guy. nothing to lose…

1. The first thing that points to “liar” is the fact that he offered to let you see the police report. If he was telling the truth he wouldn’t even think about that, because he would be confident the (his) truth would prevail. Only people who are used to lying would jump in before needed and offer “evidence” that “no, really, I’m telling the truth, see…”

2. I agree with Dave. If you’re already having doubts about whether or not you should/would want to see the police report, that is just the beginning of the mistrust to occur in the future. Suspicion taints everything, from the very beginning and doesn’t let up, especially not easily.

Wow, you guys are tough!

I don’t think he would have emailed me a month later if it wasn’t true. I mean, at that point, why would he bother? So I did respond and we are going to chat on the phone. Who knows…

I agree with Alli and Pox. Sounds like a lie to me. As for him emailing a month later, guys always think they have a chance, even when they’ve screwed up royally. That’s why they keep our numbers, then call months later to “get together.” I say move on.

I am the one who is friends with him, however I do not talk to him regularly and we have never discussed Hilary. I 100% believe him. If it turns out he’s lying then fine, I was wrong, however, I choose to take him at his word.

Whoo. You guys ARE tough. The first thing I thought is I can’t imagine how freaked out he must have been being held up at gunpoint and who knows how long it took him to rebound from that. With all due respect to H, I can’t imagine that she was on his mind while he had a gun pointed at him. It probably took him some time to be able to talk about it. And if anyone has been robbed, people generally just want money and dump everything else nearby. So, it IS possible to get your stuff back. If he’s a liar, she’ll figure it out soon enough.

Sorry; if I’d known his date was with YOU, I would have mugged somebody else…

Whoa. That’s wild. I believe him and I think it’s good that you are going to talk to him…hopefully you’ll get a chance to go out for real.

It didn’t sound to me like you didn’t believe him — he offered the police report, it’s not like you demanded to see it.

And wow, what a story. My best excuse for cancelling a date was that my dishwasher exploded and flooded my kitchen. I think Mr. Tuesday Night wins, though.

If my counting is correct, Mr. Tuesday Night was mugged at gunpoint just slightly over 2 weeks ago. Presuming he had to a) spend at least a couple of days in bed in the fetal position (which, BTW, I would still be doing 2 weeks later had it been me) b) file said police report c) replace all the cards, driver’s license, etc. in his wallet, and d) reassure his family and friends that he’s OK, it seems to me that calling Hillary was almost the 1st non-mugging-related thing he did.

Between DG & Mr. Tuesday Night, I’m seeing a post-tonsil hospital room filled with flowers, balloons and, possibly, a teddy bear or 2.

I forgot that you and Mr. Tuesday Night have a friend in common, and I think I may have overreacted a bit in my previous comment. (I’ve heard the mugging/carjacking/broken phone thing from several guys before, so I have a tendency to assume it’s bulls**t.). I suppose it couldn’t hurt to give him another chance.

That’s just it. His offer to show the police report is weird as fuck.

Anyway, at least he’s creative.

I don’t think it’s a bullshit remark to offer a police report. The guy is not an idiot, he knows that the reasoning behind his delay sounds absurd. I’d probably say the same thing if I was in his shoes and I don’t think the fact that he said it is evidence that he’s lying. He was actually mugged a block away from where another one of my friends got mugged. That friend of mine didn’t talk to anyone for weeks except his girlfriend and went to therapy. Some of you are really harsh.

I hate to the be the cynic/skeptic, but I too think the “mugged at gunpoint, look here’s my police report” excuse is fishy. On the other hand, I had a similar experience happen to me today and i’m still trying to figure out what I think:

My office has a few thousand invitations that need to go out by Monday, and no admin on staff right now to help out. We offered our store employees the opportunity to come by and help and get paid for it. The guy that was supposed to come this morning completely flaked - didn’t call anyone or give an excuse - just didn’t show up. After I bitched and moaned to everyone in the office about how irresponsible he was and what disrepect it showed to the company, he called me to apologize. I asked him what his excuse was for not at least calling to cancel, and after he started stammering uncomfortably, he came out with, “well, I was diagnosed as HIV+ positive a few months ago and some days I have really bad days and this morning was one of them.” And I, of course, was stunned into silence, because what do you say to that? There IS nothing to say, but, “oh, okay, I’m sorry then, and really hope that things work out for you.”

So you’d think the moral of my story is that we should be more trusting and less judgemental, but I don’t know that I agree, at least not when it comes to men. Trust your gut. That’s all I can say.

I had an author do the same thing to me when she was late with a manuscript. “I was just diagnosed with breast cancer.” And of course I felt terrible about haranguing her.

It turned out that she was full of shit.

But if he wasn’t really mugged and just couldn’t be bothered showing up a couple of weeks ago, why bother to contact H. now with a lie? I’m usually the first in line to call bullshit, but I believe him. As for offering the police report, I think he’s determined that H. believe him because he really wants to meet her. I say he’s kosher AND good for a post-tonsillectomy flower arrangement.

A few years ago, I made date plans with this girl and in the middle of it all, my mother had a stroke — the worst thing that ever happened to me. I was an emotional and organizational mess for over a month, traveling, living out of a suitcase, sleeping at her hospital bedside, scared to death. My date with the girl was to be a first date, so I had no attachment or obligation to her, didn’t know if I’d like her or not, but I still managed to find her # or e-mail address (in a timely fashion; not 3 weeks later) to let her know I had to postpone the date. Maybe that’s just me. But at least I know now, if she has a blog, she probably didn’t talk shit about me.

Way back in the distant mists of time, when there was no real ‘ready’ email, & no real ‘mobile phones’, yours truly was known to call the cops on gals who said they’d be somewhere at some hour, and yet failed to show. I did this with one GF, and she thought it funny but touching. To this day I still do this for those I love & care for. If you’re someone I’ve got a relationship with (a bit more than just a casual date is required though), they know I will start searching and eventually call the cops/Coast Guard/RCMP whoever on anyone who’s gone missing for much longer than an hour. Employees? They lie. Often. Casual dates? Ditto. But if you truly care for someone, and they for you, if you’re missing for awhile and they don’t search for you, what does that say? I say we’re missing an entire ethos of caring for each other in this ‘wired’ generation & age. There better be a police report to explain the guy’s flakiness. Cheers, ‘VJ’

Between the “was he or wasn’t he” debate here and the debate earlier this week regarding the level of committment some guy you just met may or may not have to his existing girlfriend, this is becoming the most entertaining comments section ever.

Damn, you guys are so hard on him! Let me just say this:

1. He and Eve don’t speak regularly. In fact, they didn’t speak again until I told her what happened to him. So it’s no surprise he didn’t think to ask her for my info. Plus, considering we hadn’t even met yet, I’m pretty sure I was not the first thing on his mind. He wouldn’t have been on mine.

2. He emailed me two days after he got his computer returned to him. That’s pretty quick.

Can you remind us again how you met him to begin with?

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