8 days later, I wake up to this.
Thursday meeting cancelled with note Please see WhatsApp message. Merci.
and on whatsapp
Greetings milady. How are you doing? Life’s treating you well? Did you dig yourself out of the snow? How is the polar bear doing?
I have returned from the trip and been looking forward to our chat tomorrow. But I am coughing incessantly. Looks like I picked up some bugs (despite traveling masked out of caution)… Can we please raincheck this one?
Your mystery package remains at the office… It’s killing me! lol
i felt existential calm when reading this. a lot of calm rage throughout the day.
so entitled. lowest effort possible. the bar is in hell and he’s doing limbo under it.
i don’t know who this could ever work on, but not me, my guy.
i’m not a girl you put on hold, weeks on end, and the reappear with vibes and expect me to jump with joy like a puppy whose owner returned home.
i’m a woman who you prioritize – even when things get uncomfortable. i’m the woman you are terrified to lose, because i’m the one. i’m the woman you fight for.
and this clown couldn’t even manage one calendar reschedule properly. disappears into the void for days and comes back with banter.
my guy.
keep telling yourself you are looking for a soulmate.
keep dating the other half of Vegas, continuing your speed dating qualifiers for the Olympics.
you won’t ever – ever – find love. because once you face someone who (shocking!) wants you back, you panic and “abort mission!!”
this is what you’ll get from me right before i put my phone on airplane mode
Understood. I’ve declined Thursdays: after a week of silence and the second last minute cancellation in a row, it doesn’t make sense to hold this time on my calendar. Hope you feel better soon.
HR vibes. corporate politeness. no “i’m out”, no “your silence was painful”.
just you facing the consequences of your own actions.
downgraded to “some guy”.
a number without a name in my whatsapp history.
because that’s maximum of what you deserve.
what a clown.