Do you know what it feels like to be poo on someone's shoe? Well, I do!*
This weekend was to be the long awaited meeting with the LD Man. The original plan was that he was going to drive into town on Friday night. Due to some work stuff, he had to postpone. We spoke yesterday (Saturday) afternoon, and he said he was going to take a nap and then drive to my town. That would have landed him here sometime in the middle of the night/early morning. His last words during that call were, "I'll call you before I hit the road." It is now Sunday afternoon (approximately 24 hours later), and I've heard nothing, zilch, nada. I have called a couple times, only to get his voicemail.
I really don't understand what happened. Everything was going well. All week long we were making plans for the long weekend. Now, he hasn't shown up or called.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm still single.
*Dr. Seuss is my hero!