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Realizing that I was going to have a window of opportunity at lunch today, I texted a young lady of my acquaintance yesterday, asking if she would be working today, and, if so, what time would be best for her.
She texted back promptly that noon wojuld work for her, and that she was excited to see me. (Yeah, I know. But it works; that's why they keep saying it.)
So the anticipation builds as I do busywork in the office. I texted her when I left home to confirm. I didn't hear back, but I didn't think much of it, thinking she might still be asleep, a not unreasonable assumption given something she said to me the last time we met. I texted again about an hour before the specified time. Again, no response, but I figure maybe she's with another client.
As the time approaches, I pop the Magic Pill, take a sink bath and get squeaky clean, brush my teeth, apply a sampler of a cologne that the salesgirl assured me would turn me into a chick magnet, use mouthwash, prepare a personal note to go with the donation. I stick a gift that I've purchased or her in my jacket pocket and head out. As I'm leaving the building, I text again, letting her know that I'm on my way and asking her to let me know if she has to cancel. Again, no response. I'm starting to get a bad feeling, but I'm thinking maybe she's still with a client.
I get there five minutes early, wait in the car for four-and-a-half-minutes, then approach the door and ring the bell. No one answers for about three minutes, and then another girl comes to the interior door and asks if she can help me. I tell her who I'm there to see and at what time, and she says my friend-for-an-hour isn't there yet, and that I need to wait in my car.
I did, for a few minutes, but I figured if she was going to show, I'd have heard something, as she's in the past been a pretty prompt texter.
I had no Plan B because my window didn't allow for it. No, I'm not going to name her because I haven't heard from her yet. There may be a reason -- maybe the dog ate her phone
-- and I wouldn't want to jeopardize the potential for a great I'll-make-it-up-to-you sesssion.
I know I'm not alone in deriving a not-insignificant amount of pleasure just from the anticipation of seeing someone. The downside of that is that when the appointment falls through, it's a long way back down to the ground.
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