It went something like this: “Hey, it’s Sabrina” “Oh, um hi.What’s up” “Well I was just calling to see if we were still on for tonight” “Oh, um, hmm, right, um, yeah, I forgot about that.
Ten minutes later he called to tell me he was waiting downstairs.
I didn’t get it, he was so into me that weekend, what could have possibly changed so dramatically?
I called a few friends to tell them what had just happened and they couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer awfulness and hilarious awkwardness of it all.
I kept it cool and acted like him not calling didn’t bother me in the least.
Without prompting, he said: “I’m so sorry I didn’t call.
I almost called him back to cancel the whole thing.