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miscommunicating my way out of a hot date
Aug. 7th, 2024 09:50 amEarlier this week I had (Foreshadowing!) two dates with Dancer scheduled, one for the 10th and one for the 24th. But Dancer replied to a calendar email — the one for the 24th — saying that she had a friend from out of town who'd be visiting her Saturday and could we move our date to Friday?
You know where this is going: I had the wrong Saturday in mind. What's more, Shiny H, whom I haven't seen in a while, claimed me for Friday the 9th. I said no, I can't do Friday. I was puzzled when Dancer, who can see my calendar, moved our calendar item from the 24th to the 23rd, but I didn't grasp the implications. Since I owned the item for the 10th, I deleted it, still believing Dancer couldn't make it.
Yesterday Taller Woman hit me up asking if I wanted to go out early on the evening of Saturday the 10th. I was bummed about losing my date with Dancer, so I said yes enthusiastically and put it on my calendar. Late last night, Dancer texted me to ask, in essence, WTF? And that's when we finally cleared up the misunderstanding.
Le sigh. I really was looking forward to seeing Dancer on Saturday. We had... plans.
It probably doesn't help that my sleep hasn't been good for days now. I had another two-hour wake break in the wee hours yesterday.
Oh: somebody pooped in East Neighbor's yard last night, and put a brown paper napkin on top of it. Ew. It was cleaned up by morning.
You know where this is going: I had the wrong Saturday in mind. What's more, Shiny H, whom I haven't seen in a while, claimed me for Friday the 9th. I said no, I can't do Friday. I was puzzled when Dancer, who can see my calendar, moved our calendar item from the 24th to the 23rd, but I didn't grasp the implications. Since I owned the item for the 10th, I deleted it, still believing Dancer couldn't make it.
Yesterday Taller Woman hit me up asking if I wanted to go out early on the evening of Saturday the 10th. I was bummed about losing my date with Dancer, so I said yes enthusiastically and put it on my calendar. Late last night, Dancer texted me to ask, in essence, WTF? And that's when we finally cleared up the misunderstanding.
Le sigh. I really was looking forward to seeing Dancer on Saturday. We had... plans.
It probably doesn't help that my sleep hasn't been good for days now. I had another two-hour wake break in the wee hours yesterday.
Oh: somebody pooped in East Neighbor's yard last night, and put a brown paper napkin on top of it. Ew. It was cleaned up by morning.
