There’s A First Time For Everything!

Hey guys; I’m so sorry, I know I haven’t posted in months but I’ve been trying to get myself together and attempt this thing called life – being an adult doing a masters! Trust me when I say this shit is hard!

Excuse my French but I’ve also vowed to myself that from now on my posts will be unapologetic and completely me.

100% raw.

So if I use a language you haven’t seen me use before I do apologise it’s just how things are going to be from now on.

Anyways let me get to it and spill the tea.

For the first time in my life I was stood up.

I was supposed to go on a date with someone and we arranged a time and place.

THEY ASKED ME… so it baffled my mind as to why it happened.

I got ready because it’s a new experience for me. Shock horror… I’m looking forward to it. I was in contact with them and they tell me that they would let me know the details “in a bit”. In hindsight that should have been a red flag!

In my dating experience, I have never EVER been stood up or ignored when organising a date or anything like that. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but it has never happened. And honestly, I didn’t know how to feel.

It’s a weird feeling – sat waiting after getting ready and wanting to look your best savouring the excitement the butterflies… to be ghosted.

What gets me is why do people stand people up?? Like for real?

Like I understand if something genuinely comes up but, on the other side of it, the ditched party wouldn’t know if that’s the truth or not. And even then as the ditched party, you have questions in your mind. Do you still give them a chance or do you move on?

I’m a patient person in that respect (to the chagrin of some of my self respecting friends) I will always give you the benefit of the doubt – I know what it’s like to have life hit you unexpectedly so I let you off. But when you’re the one who chased me after blowing hot and cold, mercy is called into question.

How many times can someone waste your time?

In situations like this… heck any situation, I always have a plan A B and C. If I make plans, I prefer to be overbooked or have a back up in case one falls through. That night I was unlucky because I didn’t think to get a back up so I was scrambling hoping someone would be as free as me. It’s actually sad really ngl.

I know Manchester town would have been heaving and I’d never been out by myself. I decided on not letting this night be the first time.

Thank goodness for my friend and big sis Cathy who met me much later on to save me. She’s actually a gem.

Ironically I was asked a couple of months back by the person who I was supposed to go on a date with, why I haven’t blogged in a while… funny how that works… my first post after a hiatus is about them.

So yeah… there’s a first time for everything. It’s not a nice feeling but it is something to learn from and grow from.

Peace & Love 😊❤

Becky x