I like to think I’m very punctual. I myself detest when I am late to any function or meeting because I pride myself on appearance and first impressions. It’s just something that my parents have taught me to be aware of. So when people are either late or choose not to answer their phones (without a good excuse) and make it to any event not apologetic I get furious and upset.
It’s us just distasteful telling someone to be somewhere at a certain time and just not show up. It is even worse when the person you are suppose to see is your date.
We all know these kinds of nights: it’s 7:00pm and you just started to get ready. Your date tells you he will he at your house by 9pm. You think you have two hours and that’s plenty of time to get ready. You head up to take a very short shower because you know they can last an hour in its self. You get out, dry yourself off and perhaps dance to some tunes playing on the radio. By now, it’s 7:30. Still got an hour and a half. You know you don’t want to over eat at dinner to the point you’re bloated for some after dinner activities. So you sit down and grab a light snack and watch some tv or surf the web. Clock starts rounding to 8:10pm. You begin to get very nervous and feel like you are gonna throw up or expel other things…. So you take the obvious rout. Sit on the toilet for 20 min to calm your nerves. It is now 8:30pm and you begin to panic. You already know what you are gonna wear because you had been trying out outfits all week (don’t want to leave anything to chance/ last minute here). You run up the stairs and start applying your makeup. By now you’re a pro so this takes only 10 minutes. You put on your outfit of choice and start to feel fantastic. Something about the way your hair falls perfectly onto the dress you’re wearing really does make you feel like you hit the fashion jackpot. You glance down at your watch one more time and it says 8:50pm. You made it. It’s 10 to 9 and you are ready to go. Your bag is prepared with all things necessary and you look at your self one more time and think dam, he’s really found a hot one. You reach for your phone to see that he texted you. You know he’s not early because through your window, you can see to the front of the house So naturally you wonder what he said. You open the message and it reads, sorry, can we push things back a little? You think well you’re ready, not like you’re going anywhere, message him back and say no worries. You walk to your liquor cabinet and pull out some of your favourite wine, sit down, have a glass and start playing on your phone waiting for his arrival. 10 minutes pass by and you check but no message. So you sip some more wine and relax. 15 more minutes go by and you start to wonder. So you message him and ask when he will get here but no answer. It is now 10:05pm and you are feeling a bit tired, overdressed and a little drunk. You look back at your phone to see him saying how sorry he is but SOMETHING came up and he can’t make it that night. You breath a sigh of sadness thinking you could have gone out with the girls or been sleeping by now or in your pyjamas watching a lovely movie but instead, you put the wine bottle away and wash the glass cup. You take off your make up and your dress. You slip on a pair of your comfiest pants and your biggest t-shit and fall asleep on your bed feeling betrayed and annoyed. It was just not the night you were expecting. If this has happened to you, be sure to message me with any ideas, questions or whatever you feel like saying! I am somewhat of a internet junkie and so I will try and reply quickly but other than that, I will write soon so, Till Next Time!!
Keeping Things Peppermint