The first and only date I’ve ever had started with my companion for the evening arriving half an hour later than our meeting time. She’s a friend of mine, and she was coming straight from work dealing with typical Houston traffic. I just sat my butt down on a bench and waited for her. No biggie, really.
Usually, I’ll wait about half an hour if I’m meeting a friend or coworker. After about fifteen minutes, I’ll give 'em a call to make sure they’re okay and haven’t forgotten. After about half an hour (and assuming I haven’t gotten a hold of them), I’ll leave and try to contact them later to see what was up. When it comes to meeting family members, however, I’ll wait a lot longer on them.
When I’m meeting someone, I try to be early. While other people being late doesn’t bug me, I do get rather annoyed with myself when I’m late (and I don’t why that is either). If I am running more than about five minutes late, I’ll call ahead to warn them.
j.c., don’t really want to talk to him again, but I’m not going to be bitchy about it. I think, if he approaches me, I’m going to cut off any big discussion with, “Hey, no hard feelings. Bye.” That should cover it, no?
0 minutes for an interviewee. This is the one case where traffic is not an excuse.
10 minutes for anyone if it’s below 40 degrees or rainy where I’m standing.
10 minutes for the waitress to ask me if I want something to drink.
15 minutes for my hairdresser.
15 minutes for a first date.
20 minutes for any other casual date.
20 minutes for a doctor before I’ll complain to the receptionist.
30 minutes for a friend if I can’t get ahold of him/her on the cell.