6 inches of separation

I find it somewhat ironic that you can still get stood up and dissed by men you are not even interested in. Why is the universe so damn predictable. Well, it all began during a Vikings game at a bar last week. It is not hard to see where this story goes wrong. Well, at any rate, I was at a bar during a Vikings/Bears game looking bored and trying to hush my overly loud Vikings cheering girlfriend in a crowd of overly loud and burly Bears fans...(we were given quite a few evil eyes and would have had our asses kicked if not for the on-duty-but-watching-the-Bears-game cop sitting next us). As I was drinking to escape total boredom, the guy next to me started chatting me up. This in it of itself was interesting as he was 5'4 and I am 5'10 and my girlfriend is 5'1...why exactly was he talking to me? Turns out he was a very nice, confident, interesting and positive guy and I ended up giving him my number, only in a friendly way--6 inches cannot be overlooked. He promised to text the following weekend and see what was up.

The following weekend he did text and then he even called and asked me to hang out the following day, Saturday. Sure, why not? I am always interested in meeting new people, and with him I felt that the edge of is it or isn't it a date was missing due to the height factor. Meaning I could feel comfortable and be myself without the hope or stress of will he like me. So Saturday rolls around and I hear nothing, zip, nada from him. I didn't try contacting him figuring it is better to let things go. So what happened? He was so eager to hang out and then no communication at all...not even a polite text or a post-it? WTF?

My Vikings girlfriend and I are puzzled as we are left questioning what was the point? Why bother? What is wrong with men? Certainly there is the possibility that he lost his phone, got into a terrible emergency or even died, but as time and experience has shown me, it is likely not the case.

I am really not even bothered in the least by the whole ordeal. I just honestly find it funny that the same things that happened to me when I was trying to meet "the one" or anyone, are still happening to me now when I have given up looking altogether. The universe can be unnecessarily cruel or maybe I am just getting paid back for all of the guys whose # I saved as the bar's name in order to make sure I screened and never answered their calls. Who knows really? The good news is that being blown off by someone I don't even know does not devastate me as it once did, in fact it leaves me completely unfazed, annoyed yes, but also unfazed and that is quite a nice place to be in.