The plan for this
weekend was to hang out with friends Friday, meet up with The Hottie in the
West End, and watch the game with a big group of friends on Saturday.
I checked into my email
on match that morning, and had another message from the “deal-breaker” guy (go
back to Day 20), whose name is Chris. He mentioned that if I wanted we could
meet up Saturday night after the game in Dallas (we had already hashed out that
we would both be in Dallas for the game). He gave me his phone number in case I
was interested.
Figuring I had nothing
to lose, I texted him my number. We texted back and forth that afternoon while
we were both at work and throughout the drive there.
Though we got on the
road later than expected, Kirsten, Preston and I got to Dallas around 7:00,
checked into our hotel and went to dinner at Hacienda (yummo queso blanco).
Considering we had an
hour-long wait for a table, I checked facebook on my phone. The Hottie’s status
came up: “Dallas is a no-go. Decided to stay here for my last weekend in OK.”
My heart sank, and I was angry. I sent him a snarky-but-not-too-bitchy text
about not coming so that I would feel better about not getting to see him
again. Then, I decided to just have a great time with my friends.
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