He called and left a message, finally, at like 9 pm on Saturday night. I should be completely offended that he would call me and expect me to pick up the phone on a Saturday night, but in his defense, I told him I was sick and likely just sitting around the house all day. I ended up actually taking a shower, putting on clean clothes and leaving the house though. Amazing. I sucked it up and went to a friend's housewarming party (drank cranberry juice and vodka. Vodka kills germs. Cranberry juice has vitamin C. And cures urinary tract infections, which I don't have, but an ounce of prevention...)
Took a chance and called him back on my way home. Talked to him for 97 minutes (still less time than it would take for me to drive to his house). He seemed hesitant to hang out with me because I was still coughing and sniffling (and who could blame him!?) but seemed unwilling to go for a definite no, so I let him off the hook. "Tell you what. I'm staying home tomorrow to get better. We will find another time to hang out again." I could feel his sigh of relief through those tiny little speaker holes in the cell phone.
So, inquiring minds, I did not "do" anything (or anybody) yesterday!! We've cancelled and postponed twice now. I really just am not sure that this thing is going to go and I feel lousy about it. If the dude was close by we could meet for dinner sometime, but the distance turns every potential date into a day long event. Its not the way to start a relationship, and Neil Warren Clark is on crack if he thinks people can really get to know eachother this way.
Though, I did leave the house and check out the local gardening store. With an ex-boyfriend. And his new wife.