Flakiness.

Not the delicious pie crusty kind but rather the annoying-as-hell people kind.

If you tell me you’re going to come, then come.  Especially when the date I chose was specifically so that you could make it. You know – because you told me you wanted to be there. Especially when other people were looking forward to seeing you.  Especially when I had to work harder to make it happen.

And then you text me to tell me you aren’t coming.  Only in response to my text letting you know dinner got bumped 30 minutes.

And the sad part is, I’ve met this side of you before.  We’ve talked about it.

I still let myself get excited about the night.

I was an idiot.*

 

* Incidentally, this is pet peeve #1.  I hate when I do that.

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