Last year, during the peak of my dating rituals, I went out with this bloke for a dinner and a musical at London’s West End.

Hep!

Before you all go “How romantic”, that night didn’t end well.

Yes, he seemed nice and all but to cut the story short…

• I wasn’t sure if our date was on until 11am of that day
• He wasn’t much of a correspondent given all the electronic mail technology (you don’t need to buy a stamp anymore, Gramps!)
• He did not give me any number where I could contact him; so if I had been extremely late, I didn’t have the means to let him know…well, he would’ve just walked away, I suppose…ooppss, no judging yet!

Big put off was the fact that he couldn’t have cared less if I got mugged at the train station or if I had to find a place to crash in case I missed the last train or it got cancelled. And he didn’t even bother to call to check if I got back home in one piece.

We did had a nice time. We had similar interests, maybe not many but it was enough not to make the night boring. And of course, we both like musicals. However, when we were leaving the restaurant, he asked me if it was okay if he only sees me through only until Covent Garden. What could I say? I was disappointed of course. Thing is, I was not good at hiding it. I stayed unnervingly quiet until we reached the tube station and he noticed that I was pissed off.

He then asked me if I wanted him to accompany me to the train station. HELLOOOWWWW??? Big mistake, you should’ve just stayed quiet, you shouldn’t have asked. Of course, I would have wanted him to see me off at the train station. It would be telling me that in a way, you did care. Heck, I’d do that for friends. I’d never bat an eyelash to do it for someone who could have a potential for a relationship.

Anyway, I did feel bad acting that way I did, thinking that I shouldn’t have expected anything from him. After all, it was only the first date. So when I got home, I wrote him an email apologising for my behaviour, told him I had a wonderful time and hopefully he’d want to see me again.

I never got any reply to that email.

Yesterday, he rang me up. I didn’t recognise his voice at all but he reminded me who he was. Familiarity soon kicked in but I nonchalantly tried to sound as if I didn’t remember what had happened. Did the usual “How’s you? How’s work?” pulava. Asked me if I had seen a musical recently, to which I said no and asked me if there are musicals that are on my to-watch list. Told him I still haven’t seen Mamma Mia and Miss Saigon (they’re touring the UK).

Towards the end of the call, he told me that I never contacted him again. Whadda?!?!? He was waiting for me to make the ‘follow-up’ call or communication? Well, I DID! But he was the one who never replied back. And I told him exactly that. For that, he gave me no excuses or explanations.

After hanging up, I got the sense that this time, he definitely won’t call me anymore or would ever want to see me again. But in the words of the Rhett Butler…

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!

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