Highway Exit - Francesca

I was really excited about my next date. Bryant and I had been talking for awhile, and really seemed to be clicking. He likes the same movies as me, and is into the rock and roll as well. I felt pretty good about our meeting up...he was tall, dark and handsome, and we hadn't run out of things to talk about. The start of the date was surprising...we met up at the usual Beer City (still haven't been ratted out by the staff, but the bartender did laugh as I came in to meet another guy. We had a few drinks, some food, and the date was flowing rather nicely. We decided to go see a movie, but the one I wanted to see was a sequel, and he hadn't seen the previous movie. Bryant suggested that we rent the movie he hadn't seen, and schedule another date to see the one I wanted to see. It sounded like a good time, and I led the way to the video store. After he paid for the movie, he started to follow me to my place. I made sure he wasn't getting lost, but got concerned when I saw him take the onramp to the highway instead of following me. Then, my phone started ringing...something had "come up" and he was sorry...no other explanation. I'm not too judgemental, and figured it was something important. After a few days, I hadn't heard from him, so I decided to give him a call. No answer, no return call. Well, at least I had the movie....from the video store with the massive late fees. Call me vindictive, but I'm keeping it. Oddly enough, I did get a text from him (oh, the damn texting) three weeks later...on a Tuesday at 2 in the afternoon, saying he was at Foxwoods, and I should come down right then. Yeah, dude, that's going to happen.