On Being Stood Up

I like to consider myself an easy-going person. A lot has been said about me and to me (both IRL and here on the boards) that I let slide. However, there are some things that are important enough to me that, should you cross me on them, I will come down on you - hard. Among those things are my honor, my reputation, my word, my friends, and my family. So go ahead and slight me on my religion, my sexual orientation, my political views, whatever - if the forum is right, I might even debate you on them, but, even when things get heated, I won’t, in the end, hold it against you. We all enjoy a nice argument from time to time, but that doesn’t mean it has to last forever. (God, I’ve called Shayna a bitch in the Pit and we have much fun at Dopefests. Similarly, I think Jodi is a pain in my ass on some topics, but if I ever met her in real life, I certainly wouldn’t hate her*.)

But insult my friends or family (even my Evil Sister whom I despise), and I will flay you alive. Slander my reputation, and I will eat you for breakfast. Call me dishonorable, and I will eviscerate you. As some of you have seen, I’m more than capable of doing it to people who just annoy me - imagine if I really meant it? When I really, really get mad, it’s for something important, and it runs awfully deep.

Standing me up is one of those things.

It is an insufferable annoyance to me, one that disrespects and insults me. Yeah, maybe it’s not as big a deal as my mother and her army boots, but it’s still a big deal to me. So, this is for Elmer:

You stood me up - twice. How I let you get away with it once is beyond me, as most people don’t get that second chance with me. I lost my best friend of over six years because he stood me up and then had the audacity to give me attitude about it, so don’t think I won’t knock your pipsqueak ass into the ground. We met. You said you were “really into” me. So when I heard that, I said, “Great, when can we get together?” Now, the part I don’t understand is, why did you think this meant I was playing some sort of game with you? I expressed interest when you said you were interested - why did this suddenly make you not want to see me again? Go project your low self-esteem issues elsewhere - I’m up front and honest and don’t play those stupid games (unlike the many people who have played them with me in the gay community in the past). So we make plans, you say you’ll call… and then never do. When I e-mail you and ask you why the next day, you reveal that you thought I wasn’t serious about meeting. Um, which part of “let’s get together Saturday” comes off to you as being not serious? So you stood me up once, but, hey, that’s ok - let’s reschedule for next week. Sure. Oh, wait - I let you know the next day (still a week away) that I had plans I forgot about, so we need to reschedule again. Your response? “Gee, are you sure there aren’t any other commitments you ‘forgot about?’” WTF? I gave you a week’s notice, instead of standing you up like you did me. And I keep saying, “No, Elmer, I really do want to see you again,” as nicely as possible, even with the warning klaxons clanging in my ears like a bad Star Trek episode. So we reschedule, but with the little bit of info that because I asked to change days (a week in advance, remember), you considered making plans with me and then not showing up, “because no one’s ever rescheduled on me like that before.” I made it clear that that would have been the worst possible thing to do if he ever wanted to see me again. But, despite all this, our rescheduled date was last night - nothing definite, and you had to study, but you’d call me when I got home from work and let me know what you wanted to do.

Guess who didn’t call? And guess who got stuck at home all night with nothing to do?

:mad:

So I send you an e-mail saying you stood me up, where were you, I know you have my number because I sent it to you again in e-mail and you read it that morning, blah blah blah. I said it looked like you weren’t serious after all about getting together again. Your response?

WTF? Again with the “I didn’t think you were serious,” added to the “two can play that game.”

Needless to say, my response to him was less than affable, and he responded to that by saying, “I guess we shouldn’t bother, then - sorry if I wasted your time.” Yeah, a little too late for that, you ignorant fuck.

Yeah, I know you’re young and “new to the whole gay thing.” Yeah, I know you haven’t dated anyone seriously yet or been out with a lot of guys yet. Yeah, I know I probably intimidate you with my outgoing personality. But how many fucking times do I have to make it clear that I would like to see you again without your pre-conceived notions and whiny self-pitying self-esteem issues getting in the way? GROW THE FUCK UP! Jesus, I mean, how hard is it to live up to a simple date? I kept two full days open for you so we could get together, and you can’t even honor me with a fucking phone call? And then, when I call you on it, you give me attitude, as if it were my fault? I guess your mama never taught you how to apologize to someone, or that standing someone up is impolite, or that sticking to your word means something.

You want to be a California flake? Go right ahead - you’ll fit in well with this Southern California crowd. (Better yet, move to L.A. where the real flakes hang out.) But not on my nickel, pal, not on my time - I have better things to do, better people to hang out with, and a life to lead. We people from “back east” (read: every state in the fucking union east of California) consider “flaking out” an unacceptable excuse for standing someone up.

Esprix

(*And before anyone jumps down my throat with any obvious links to swoop down, show some kind of hypocrisy on my part and claim moral superiority, a hearty pre-emptive “fuck you,” first of all, and second of all, there are always exceptions to everyone’s rules. Additionally, there are certain people on this board who have made it on my list in ways that happened off the board, so don’t think you’re seeing the whole picture. And remember, people pissing me off does not mean I hate them, nor does it mean my arguments/discussions/flames with them are anything other than what they are.)

Hey, c’mon… that hurts.

My favourite times these have happened to me have both involved far distant metro stations and late hours of the night, so let’s not talk about them. :mad:

Matt, mon cheval, I thought you LIKED the metro…

Why don’t you pop down to the Dallas light rail system? I promise I won’t stand you up and there ARE decent places to eat around here.

C=(:B^{þ>)

[sub]yeah, yeah, I know, shame on me for flirting in the pit. I don’t give a fuck.[/sub]

Oh, if I’d have been anywhere but home, he wouldn’t have gotten a polite, “Hey, I didn’t hear from you - what happened?” and then waited for the inevitable and obvious emergency that cropped up that prevented him from calling me. Attitude, however, is not part of that equation. Had I been out waiting for him somewhere, my e-mail to him probably would have gotten me kicked off of my ISP.

Esprix

Oh, dear me. I appear to have a droplet of smiley on my chin in that above post. How embarrassing.

Whew. One less thing to lie awake nights worrying about.

FWIW, I wouldn’t hate you either – but I’ll almost certainly think less of you for gratuitiously slamming me in a thread that doesn’t have the first thing to do with me or my posts.

Um, lighten up. Like I’m not a pain in your ass? :smiley:

Esprix

Actually, no, you’re not.

I just find it remarkable that you met someone under the age of seventy named “Elmer.”

I respectfully submit that I am, and submit the “why did the pedophile thread get deleted” thread as Exhibit A.

Esprix [sub](curious as to why I’m insisting I’m a pain in someone’s ass… :wink: )[/sub]

Yeah, but I wasn’t the one being the bitch in that thread[sup]*[/sup]. :wink:

[sup]*[/sup][sup][sub](I’m kindof with Jodi, though - not sure why the above reference is relevant to this particular rant.)[/sub][/sup]
Aaaaaaanyway, lose the loser. Lose his email. Redirect any correspondence from his address to your trash bin. Obviously he’s an inconsiderate, self-centered moron without the sense G-d gave a doorknob. You can do better than that, Esprix, and you have. So go out and find you some new meat and move on. There’s no benefit in working yourself up to such a tizzy over someone who’s not even worth the electons it took to type that rant.

Good luck, hon, and may the next guy possess more common courtesy.

See ya at Dopetoberfest!!


I really appreciate your consideration in avoiding stepping on my penis - Spiny Norman
Jeg elsker dig, Thomas

I’ve been there, Esprix. It sucks. Especially when you think you may have found someone good, and they immediately turn into a total smegheap.

You’re obviously way out of his league. Heck, you’re way out of my league, but I flirt with you anyway. Anyone with any sense would never stand you up. Not without a good excuse, anyway, like “I was so excited that I was going to see you again that I passed out while driving over and am currently in the emergency room.”

Here’s hoping you meet someone a lot better than this geek Elmer was.

And BTW… Elmer? Did this guy’s parents hate his guts, or what?

See, now, that is an acceptable excuse! I’d even bring him chicken soup in the hospital… :wink:

He’s FOB, and sometimes people come up with odd American names.

And Jodi, Shayna, I was merely using examples of things that have happened that have little or no importance to me - I didn’t mean any ill-will by it, promise. :slight_smile:

Esprix

Oh, I love it! :slight_smile:

So l’il Elmer chats with me online, and it turns out that when we made plans the first time, he told friends he wouldn’t be able to do something with them, but when I told him the very next day that I had to reschedule, this somehow precluded him from doing whatever it was he was going to do. Then he says he thought, “Well, if you’re going to fuck with me, I’m going to fuck with you!” so the two stand-ups were, basically, his petty revenge against me. Then he couldn’t understand why I couldn’t see his point and reliquish the fact that he was right all along! And then he goes on and on about how people who break their promises are untrustworthy people and he hates them - can we say “projection” and “self-loathing,” boys and girls? I knew you could. :wink:

Man, these little pipsqueaks slay me! :smiley:

Esprix

Well, he’s obviously not very bright if he stood you up and his line of “reasoning” just verifies it.

And the sad part is, he’s hardly the only person like this I’ve met. Thankfully I surround myself with quality friends who know how to treat other people with a little more respect. (My friend Daniel said to me, “You better not pull this sanctimonious shit with me!” to which I replied, “I know you’d never stand me up without good reason.”)

Esprix

Esprix: I know you don’t want to hear what I’m going to say, but I want to say it.

You are not only better off without this jerk, you are better off finding out what a jerk he is now, while you’re still in the early stages, rather than later when he could not only have pissed you off but broken your heart.

Meanwhile, hang in there. The universe has better things (and people) in store for you.

Years ago I bumped into this woman I’d known previously in grad school, where we became friendly and frequently had coffee together, but remained platonic as she had a live-in boyfriend at the time. Anyway, we met again and made plans to see a movie at a theatre in her neighborhood. She insisted we meet at the theatre.

I arrived at the theatre, and waited. Waited quite some time, until I heard a voice from the box office: “Is your name Jim?”…I said yes so he handed me the phone through the little gap at the bottom of the window … it was this woman, cancelling the date! I’ve always thought the whole episode had a bizarre Hesse-ian flavor to it…I kept repeating to myself, “Nur fuer verrueckte…nur fuer verrueckte…nur fuer verrueckte…”

Damn Esprix, you just described the woman I just finished “seeing”.

Same kind of crap, maybe even worse, because I put up with it longer. I’ll call her R. R also didn’t just stand me up, she changed plans on me many times. Once she wrote an e-mail to me outlining what she wanted to do on the upcoming Sunday. R told me very specifically that I was to wake her up and that we would then go do a few things, then hit a movie, head home and have dinner and watch Futurama and the Simpsons. Sounded good to me, so I sent an e-mail back and confirmed it.

So what actually happened? I call R around 11AM. She says “still sleeping, I’ll call you when I get up”. Grrr. FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATER, I call and get her roommate to wake her up. R says some shit about having gotten up and done some laundry, then lying back down to take a nap. I ask her if we are still going to the movie. She say she wants to but also wants to sleep some more. I ask her if I can come over for the Sunday night TV we were supposed to watch. R says ok.

So I go over there at about 6PM. I knock on the door and end up waking her roommate, who lets me in. R is still sleeping. I wake her up and she thanks me for not letting her miss Futurama. How gracious. So we watch TV for a while, then R gets out her text books AND STARTS FUCKING READING THEM. WTF? Am I even here? Zero fucking respect.

That was the last time I saw her. R’s e-mailed me and called a couple times since. When she’s called, I talk to her for a few minutes, then she says she’ll call me back at so-and-so time. She hasn’t yet.

What a surprise.