We spent at least a few days together every week at the start of the relationship, and on the rare occasions he had to cancel, he gave me plenty of notice – then quickly made it up to me.
After a month, the calls were few and farther between. I’d leave a message; he’d call back a few days later and say, “Sorry; I’ve been busy. But I’ll be over soon.” Soon became a week. Then two. Then never. It’s enough to drive a woman to drink.
So I stopped calling. Forget him.
Two months ago, though, I caved. He answered, “Sure. I’ll be over tomorrow.”
He didn’t show. He didn’t call.
Yesterday, he left me two messages. I refuse to return them. A woman has to have some pride, after all.
So I’m on the prowl (again).
I suppose for now I’ll have to attend to my own tuck pointing. But if any Cincinnati folks know a good handyman or woman (excellent plaster skills desired), do let me know.