Draft E-mail Message to G.

Dear G,

Just curious, were you ever planning to apologize to me? For what? I can picture you thinking. Well, I waited for you - by myself - last Saturday night at the bar for FORTY MINUTES. 40 minutes in which you didn't think to contact me and let me know that you and your friends went to another bar instead. No. You did not think. That is the problem. Meanwhile, I was sitting at the bar at Shady Lady BY MYSELF on a Saturday night waiting for you to show up. When I finally left the bar at 10:40 pm, I was not happy. I felt like a total idiot that I waited there for you. I felt really stupid for expecting that you would show up. I wanted to cry, but didn't allow it. Know why? Because you're not worth it. I'm not going to waste my tears on some 28-year-old guy who I barely know.

I went home, put on my sweats, and climbed into bed. I checked my phone and saw a text message from you. (That's another thing - why can't you ever make a simple phone call instead of texting??). You wrote that you and your friends stopped for a drink at Hangar 17 and could I meet you there? And if not, you would "see me soon". Uh, no. Because you know what? I was at home. In bed. You might understand now why I did not bother replying to that message.

While I'm at it, I'm going to give you some unsolicited advice. From your behavior, it seems like you don't have a lot of experience with women. I find this surprising, given that you're an attractive, 28-year-old guy who has gone to college and no doubt had many opportunities with women. However, I recommend that in the future, you CALL instead of text, and if you say you're going to show up somewhere, do it and don't leave a girl sitting by herself in a crowded bar on a Saturday night. A couple of things can happen. First of all, she's going to be super pissed at you. Secondly, some other dude could pick up on her. In my case, a very nice guy started talking to me. He happened to be the assistant manager at the Sunglass Hut in the Roseville Galleria Mall, for your information. He wasn't my type, but that's beside the point.

It's been...interesting, I suppose, knowing you. I wish you the best of luck and I'm sorry that you decided to be so flaky, because if there's one thing I have zero patience for, it's flakiness.

Happy Thanksgiving!

- M.