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Well, lastnight was utterly dissapointing. It started out well with Matthew phoning to coordinate plans earlier than expected, for that brief period of time it really seemed like it was going to come together without incident. I was wrong.

I had a sinking feeling during the late afternoon that the evening would somehow become fucked up, but I went ahead and got ready anyway and might I say I did look fabulous, hah. he was supposed to pick me up around six, but to call first… so six comes around and nothing, six-fifteen and nothing, six-thirty and nothing… you get the idea. A few minutes after seven he calls and proceeds to tell me how the day got screwed up and he accomplished very few of the things necessary and suggested that we have lunch tomorrow (now today). I was less than pleased to say the very least. The only workable compromise that I could come up with was to still do something, but later in the evening, and then perhaps lunch the next day. I had pretty much zero faith in that actually happening, and wouldn’t you know, my lack of faith wasn’t misplaced either. He gave an estimated time of nine, but ten rolled around and I still hadn’t heard from him. At this point, when others are saying that I’m too patient, I decided to ditch the whole idea and went to bed along with turning off the phone’s ringer. He didn’t call anyway.

This is simply not working, regardless of his intentions, my time is being truly disrespected and resultantly I’m being disrepected. There’s only so much I can put up with and we’ve reached the point now where my patience has run too thin. Oh well, I gave it a valiant attempt, in theory at least, and while it’s not terribly difficult to deal with life in slow motion, there is the point where trying to make something work with someone is less worthwhile than being alone. There just are not enough pros to outweigh the con of how stupid I feel when I’m sitting here stood up.