|Isn't there a quicker way to do this?|
The worst offender was this guy who--no joke--took two months to get his shit together to follow through on planning our magical first date. He had this habit of calling me to say that he was going to call me to plan it. He did that FOUR TIMES! Do you realize what that means? It means that he had to be mentally prepared to call my number and make sure that he was in a quiet spot with adequate cell reception FOUR TIMES. That's an egregious volume of date-planning related cold calls! It's too many.
Let me impress upon you how stupid this was: Cartons of milk had already spoiled in the time in took for him to pull the first-date trigger. Eight episodes of a Showtime Original program had been aired in the time it took to figure out which night we were going to grab a fucking drink. New Employees of the Month had been chosen at the local Target in that time. It was madness!
By the time our first date rolled around with all of its ridiculous buildup, I had forgotten why I wanted to go out with him in the first place. Really, it's best to pounce sooner rather than later on these kinds of things when both my enthusiasm and his picture in my mind are still fresh.