Your future date ideas for us sound like something out of a rom-com montage: We’ll go on a hot air balloon ride around the city, we'll go to the zoo, and maybe we'll spend a weekend down at the shore because your buddy has a house down there we can use. Hell, maybe we can even hop on a plane and go to Vegas for a weekend. These dates are wonderful on your lips and in my head. The problem: they never happen for real. I mean, it's fine that they never happen, but don't get my hopes up about it. Now, you're just a hope dasher. I hate hope dashers!
Oh, ok, so we went on one or two real dates. It was nice enough. We even had an end-of-the-night kiss. And you act like you’re still interested. And you say we’ll have to do this and that, go here and there. And you sound sincere, so I believe you. But, boy am I glad that I didn't invest in a new pair of scuba fins for our magical get-a-way date to the Bahamas.
Because none of it ever happens. A week goes by, and I don’t hear from you about these whirlwind plans at all. And what’s worse is that you act like everything’s still cool. It’s not cool to leave someone hanging. It’s not cool to tell me A or B and then do Z—nothing! Just like our fantasy dream dates, I am going to start acting like you never happened.