Now, I actually wish that people still stopped by here because a strange thing happened this weekend.
I was supposed to meet up with a friend at his request. We’ve never met before but have been communicating for several months. Cool dude from what I can tell. Anyway, I sent him a text thirty minutes before we were to meet to let him know I was running late. I actually got there an hour late. I called 30 minutes out to give him an ETA, and I left a message. We spoke the night before, and he told me where to meet and that he’d let me know the plan when I got there. He was to call that afternoon before our meeting time, which he didn’t. I saw that I’d missed a call from him while I was asleep. I thought nothing of it since there was no message. So I figured we were still on for our outing.
But he never showed up. I called to say I was leaving (my cousin waited with me), and I left a message again. My calls were never sent to voicemail the way they can be sent when you see a number you don’t want to answer. The phone just rang and went to voicemail after 4 rings or so. At first I figured, jerk. Then I thought of what I know of him and knew this was out of character. Not his M.O. at all from what little I know. He would’ve called, so I guessed he must’ve been hurt or something came up. Now, my aunt, being the wise woman that she is, said that if he’s like most men, he probably lost his phone (which is the only place where he has my number). It’s also his internet access where he has my email address. All he has is my first name and cell, so I’m not easy to find without his phone. With that said, I hope that he’s alright. I did call today, 24 hours later, to see if he’s alright. No answer again. Left another message and said a prayer. I figure if his phone is not within his grasp, he’s not getting the messages anyway. If he does have access to it, then he has little to say that I want to hear. Either way, no need to call again. I just trust that he’ll get in touch with me when he can. I’m sure something must’ve come up, and I just pray that all is well. Actually, I’m praying quite a bit.
The thought of him being hurt or in danger more than bothers me. He seems like a sweetheart of the McDreamy variety, and I hope against hope that all is well. In any case, it’s all just very bizarre.
UPDATE: My total weight loss since Father’s Day is 13 pounds. Goooo me!!!