As of this morning, I had not heard from Charlie, regarding our dinner date tomorrow night.
Of course, none of you are shocked by this. It’s not like we’re dealing with Neighbor Guy, with his sweet emails containing Washingtonian restaurant reviews, personal thoughts about the chef, and plans after-dinner date activities. This is Charlie, the commitment-phobic compulsive emailer, whose face I have not seen since October, but whose email word count is probably in the millions by now.
For our first failed attempt at lunch, I had suggested two restaurants to Charlie that were in walking distance of the medical school, but I asked him to choose a time (within a window) and make the reservation for us. Why? Because Charlie needs training. I'm purposely making him do the legwork of planning the date. I'm also expecting him to pick me up and to pay--not things I necessarily demand from others--because I know that he's playing games with me and that comes at a price.
Once upon a time, I found Charlie's dating tendencies fascinating and entertaining. But last night, I decided that if Charlie did not contact me by 2 p.m. today with the name of a restaurant, the time we were eating, and an offer to pick me up, I was going to cancel on him. I'm a big fan of non-medical distractions to keep me sane, but not of people wasting my precious time.
Well, Charlie emailed around 11 a.m. to ask if I’ll be in Virginia tomorrow night. I presumed that he was asking, because he was now (the day before) in the process of planning dinner. So, I sent a quick reply saying yes, I would be in Virginia and went to class. I expected to open my email and find the date plan waiting for me when I got finished. Except...there is nothing there. And, this date is supposed to be going down in 24 hours or so.
I do get excited by the prospect of witty conversation and someone to apprise me of what's going on in the outside world, but we already know that Charlie is way below my standards. I should have just let the pink elephant stand and ignore the fact that our original lunch date played out in such an awkward way.
The question now is, do I just cancel or ignore Charlie's obvious ineptitude and let this play out for its (rapidly fading) entertainment value? I'm leaning towards the former.