I got stood up the other day. It was my first time.
I kind of got the feeling it was going to happen. I don’t know why, I just felt like he just wasn’t going to show up. Luckily I had my tiny computer with me and could find out how long I should stay until I could leave.
Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes I sat and waited. It wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t like I was telling everyone in the restaurant I had a date and sitting there waiting crying into my wine. I sat outside of the restaurant, and then moved to the foyer.
After I left, I was really emotional. I wasn’t taking in to account the fact that I was extremely tired from working almost 13 hours the day before, and I wouldn’t know I was suffering from food poisoning until a few hours later.
Once the food poisoning hit, I no longer cared.