The Player Gets Played

Yesterday night I was supposed to have a date, with a guy I had met online. We chatted a couple of times, exchanged phone numbers, and decided we would meet on Saturday night after I got out of work. I am a bit fuzzy on who was supposed to call who, at least that is the story I am sticking with.

After the last time we spoke on Friday I got a text message from another friend I hook up with from time to time. He wanted me to come down to his house after work for a romp, which he will never come right out and say, it’s always “Let’s Hang Out”. He was disappointed to find I had dinner plans that night. He suggested we “Hang Out” on Sunday. We would “Hang Out” in more then just the euphemistic sense.

When I got out of work in Saturday I waited for the call from my date. He didn’t call me. I didn’t call him. Instead of the date I spent the night cleaning my apartment to prepare for “Hanging Out”, washed the sheets cleaned the bathroom.

This morning I got up earlier then usual so I could get my errands done. At 10:30 I text messaged my friend to ask him when he was coming to my house. He didn’t answer. An hour later I saw him log on to AIM I IMed him to find out when I could expect him. He didn’t answer. At 1:30 I called him and left a message. He didn’t call me back.

Now it’s the end of the weekend I’ve had no date and didn’t get laid. I probably got what I deserve.