I got stood up today, and it felt shitty.
Even more so because at 1pm he was like yassss, I’m excited to meet you!
At 4:30, at the very end of the time we were supposed to have hung out, he texted to say he couldn’t make it. At the end.
I said, why didn’t you text me in the last three hours?
He said he had stuff going on. He was in the garage and had lunch. Seriously. He’s really sorry.
I openly admit it made me feel shitty af. But he’ll never know what he missed out on.