Question: how are you gonna be an HOUR late to someone’s place when they are cooking you dinner? Seriously? When he arrives, I may just send him back home. That is how annoyed I am right now. I can handle fifteen minutes, even half an hour if you have a viable excuse. But an hour?! Seriously??!!!! SERIOUSLY??!!! Mind you, I may be a bit on the tipsy side right now. That is only because I haven’t eaten all day, minus the bowl of cereal I had this morning. The meal calls for wine, so I threw a cup in the crock pot and poured myself a glass. At this point, it’s been two glasses since it’s now AN HOUR past when this person was supposed to arrive. I have literally been working my a off cooking all day, because I’m on this new cooking kick. And I’m finally actually cooking for someone, so figured I’d outdo myself. So what thanks do I get? An hour late. In two minutes, it’ll be OVER an hour. I am ravenous right now. Whatever semblance of a chance this boy (and I emphasize boy here) had is now completely shot. We won’t go into why I invited this certain individual over, or his background, cause that makes the reason he is now late all the better, but I wish I could. But I mean, really? Yep, I’m definitely tipsy. Figured why not blog about it while I’m waiting. I think I’m just going to start eating by myself. This is ridiculous.
P.S. I put the category as “dating,” but I am definitely not dating this idiot.