just shoot me in the face already.

right so, if anyone manages to ever read the encyclopedia that is my last blog (brett), just add this as the cherry on top of the shit sunday. so my elbow still hurts, but who cares, right? i'll just have to scale back my extreme workouts and one-armed pushups.

long story short, i went to a bbq in the hollywood hills before i left town back in june. met an interesting crowd of people including this one guy who works for the creator/writer of "Scrubs". he seemed like a nice guy, but i didn't pay too much attention, just creative banter etc. then while i was in illinois, he emailed me and asked to meet up for drinks when i got back in town.

i never gave him my email which means he had to go through atleast two people to get it. he claimed it was for platonic reasons only, which is totally fine with me...although i find it slightly odd that a guy would go to some lengths for a laugh, but what do i know? he was funny and it would be fun. so i said yes.

after all the weddings etc, i emailed to say i was back in town. a week passed of back n forth emails before we settled on a time and place. decision: thursday night at a hotel bar in beverly hills, 8PM (aka tonight). sweet, see you there. (after yesterdays debacle and chugging repeated doses of advil i was kinda sluggish today, but pulled myself together to hit the gym and get decently dolled up for an evening of friendly banter). he was gonna work straight through, then head directly to the bar.

i was actually on time. i strive to always be on time, but it's a 50/50 chance. showed up exactly at 7:59 PM. so very "un" hollywood of me, but this wasn't some chic party or a club, so ontime is a good thing. right?

8:02 PM - walk around lobby area, peer in bar and gaze through glass windows to pool-lounge area, but don't see funny guy.
8:05 PM - ah crap, do i remember what he really looks like? shit. should have paid more attention.
8:10 PM - take a seat in the chic lobby area. poor guy,he was probably held up at work.
8:18 PM - this is kinda ridiculous. i should have emailed him my phone number prior to 6 PM tonight...but he never gave me his either.
8:20 PM - fuck this, calling lara. can't pretend to be interested any longer.
8:30 PM - lara had to order her dinner and hung up. calling bess.
8:38 PM - woah, have i been waiting that long? lara calls back, i opt to head to the bar, i need a drink. where the hell is this guy? call bess again.
8:43 PM - made friends with the bartender, now sipping on a delicious glass of pinot noir. aaaaah. still no sight of douchebag.
8:45 PM - start talking to other people around me. meet a slightly euro, slightly handsome guy and chat it up. include other solo female at the bar in our convo.
8:55 PM - have totally given up on cocksucker, but enjoying my new friends. try "mark's" uber topshelf martini. still tastes like gasoline to me.
9:00 PM - lara called back, she's on her way to meet me. order another drink.
9:05 PM - "mark" turns out to be a beverly hills plastic surgeon. i was joking when i guessed that, he was serious. his fellow surgeon friend arrives, they are seated for dinner.
9:15 PM - have successfully fended off two "lurkers" aka total tools. lara arrives, evening saved.
10:45 PM - depart, sufficiently liquored up, laughing at the irony of the entire evening/week/month. holy crap that wine was strong.

so there you have it. i was totally set up and stood up...and in an absurd twist, i actually don't care. the evening turned out well anyway and i had zero expectations for the guy, so no loss. i guess i should be slightly irritated, i've never been formally stood up before....so noted; 25 years, 10 months, 21 days. eh, there are far worse things in life.

wonder if i'll get an excuse or explanation tomorrow. can't wait!

TODAY..... so he must have checked his email this morning and saw my email from yesterday afternoon:

hey... here's my cell just in case. of course it's only good til tomorrow when i finally switch over to my 310 #....about damn time. 703-***-2832. 8 at Avalon...check. see ya soon.

-missy

i get this at 8:40 this morning, ....

subj: I'M AN IDIOT

Hey Missy,

I am just realizing now - this morning - that we were supposed to meet last night - when I had it in my calendar for NEXT wed. - I am so sorry - feel free to never talk to me again and to tell Grace that I am a flakey a-hole - (that sounds gross) - anyway - I am really sorry and I promise if I can get my shit together that all the drinks will be on me - hope you aren't completely pissed off at me -

douchebag (of course he wrote his name here)

[please note that next wednesday would ALSO be incorrect as he had to postpone it to a thursday due to work]

Posted by missy at July 22, 2005 12:08 AM