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He Stood Me Up – Being Stood Up on a Date

Has he stood you up ever? Going out on a date with a cute guy can be exciting, but being stood up on a date can be equally heart breaking. Here’s a “he stood me up” story by Sophia Strutt. Of course, it’s all happy and fun, until you get stood up on a date.

He Stood Me Up

Have you ever got stood up? It’s happened to most of us for some reason or the other. If you haven’t experienced being stood up yet, well, then good for you.

Sitting at a restaurant alone and realizing that you’ve been stood up after half an hour can be one of the worst experiences of your life.

Well, here’s my ‘he stood me up’ story that you could probably learn from.

He stood me up!

I met this cute guy at a club the other day. He was hot, and I was quite tipsy. I had a great time talking to him, and soon he asked for my number.

Hot guy, my number… very flattering, or maybe it was just my lucky G-string.

He called me the next day, and dropped by to my favorite coffee shop and asked me out to dinner the next Saturday. He was so cute!

My friends who were with me liked him too, and they thought he was charming.

I decided on the length of my skirt a week ahead, and got my hair done so I could look my best on that special date [Read: What to wear on a date]. On D-Day, I got all shaved up and primped up an hour before leaving, and dabbed an extra round of perfume on my wrists and nape.

And a bit on my thighs too, not that I would ever let him go that far on the first date, but what the heck. [Read: How to pick a restaurant for a date]

He’d love the way I smell when he kisses my palm and brushes his cheek against my neck, wouldn’t he? This is going to be perfect!

Getting ready to being stood up on the date

I called a cab. I was wearing a hot low cut dress with a perfect slit to accentuate my well-toned legs. The annoying cab driver took a good long stare at my well endowed assets, which is so damn irritating, but hey, I’ve got a good date to worry about. [Read: How to stare at a girl’s cleavage like a gentleman]

I reached the restaurant on time. I’m never the one who believes in being fashionably late because that’s just so lame. Why lose out on good time, when you can have more of it instead. The clock struck seven, and in a while, it read half past seven. It was still early and there were more waiters than diners. Soon it was past time, and my new knight in shining armor should have been there. Anytime now.

I applied another coat of gloss and sniffed my wrists discreetly while I was at it. A trip to the ladies room, and another round of perfume. Yep, I need to smell great.

Alone in a crowded restaurant

The crowd set in and most of the men had a hard time taking their eyes off me. Sweet! I was pretty sure I looked really hot. “Drool, boys, I’m already taken…” I told myself and suppressed a grin. [Read: Men who stare at women]

It was almost eight and I had just finished my third glass of Errazuriz Don Maximiano [Read: Should a girl accept a drink from a stranger?]. It was quite annoying to be the butt of conversations, as one generally becomes, especially if you’re all dressed up and sitting alone at a restaurant. I took my cell phone and fiddled with it for a while. I soon discovered that I had an angry bird game in my phone, and a few others I still have no idea about. I never did have to play boring cell phone games before.

The clock ticked on, I got fidgety and looked around and did my bit of ‘people-watching’, but the same faces were getting pretty boring. I stared at the coat of varnish on my nails. They were very interesting at that moment.

And then I stared at the candle on the table, and the way the world looked through a half empty wine glass. There were a lot of things to keep me occupied, but they were all frustratingly boring. I called him up on his cell phone for the thirty sixth time, but all I heard was a telephonic rendition of “Rain drops keep falling on my head”, and that cute song, now, made me want to cry!

Frustrated. Bored. Tearful.

I wanted to speak to someone really badly, but then, I didn’t want to look stupid in front of all my friends. What if I was telling a girlfriend on the phone that he stood me up, and this guy shows up? I’d feel really guilty and stupid. But on the other hand, the smiling faces of other couples were annoying. I just wanted to hold the phone in my ear and have a loud conversation with a friend.

I wanted to laugh and shriek with fake happiness, and show all these stupid people that I was having more fun. But that was one farfetched idea. I was just scared I’d start crying if I even tried speaking to a friend. So I stuck to being fascinated by every minute detail in the restaurant. The lounge music was a drag, and I felt like I was in an elevator.

My hopes grew each time I saw a manly silhouette against the door, but my hope was crushed as the man walked in. He wasn’t my date… this happened again and again. And again. [Read: How to know if he is the One]

Insulted by waiters while being stood up

The waiters around didn’t have much to do, so they spoke to the people enjoying their dinner. I was still too embarrassed to look straight at them, and yet, I didn’t want to look defeated. So I kept my chin up, and avoided any eye contact.

Out of the blue, a waiter asked me if I’d like something else, and that suddenly sounded like an insult. I really don’t know if it was me, or were these waiters just trained so well with their intonation and usage of words.

“Oh-kay, I get it, I’ve been here for more than an hour and a half and have just had three glasses of wine, no hors-de-oeuvres, and I’m using an entire table”, very tacky, wise guy.

I made up my mind not to tip him. My table had two roses in a cute vase, and one flickering candle that was taking the flickering life out of me. I just couldn’t stand to see it anymore. Everything was disgusting, and so were that bunch of cute guys sitting across the table trying to catch my eye. I just wished the ground would open up, and drag me in by my heels!

He stood me up?

As I stared at the seconds’ hand of a very boring clock, the truth hit me. I’ve been stood up. Those words reverberated in my cranium like a wave of aftershock. I was bored and felt really awful. I was officially a loser, who was being stood up and dumped even before meeting for a first date.

Really, is there anything worse than that? I doubted if even chocolates and hugs could help me out of this mess. I suddenly felt very stifled. My low cut dress seemed to be choking my throat, I don’t know how, but it was [Read: Girls wearing revealing clothes]. I looked around, and all of a sudden, it felt like everyone in the restaurant was looking at me and sniggering. And they all seem to be laughing at me!

And god damn, the crystal chandelier above me felt very much like a bright spotlight that was focusing on me. How stupid was I to have accepted this date! He wasn’t even that good looking in the first place, and my friends thought he had a small package! How did I ever get into this mess, I don’t understand.

Damage control after he stood me up

I called the waiter and asked him to bring me the check. He couldn’t hear me. My cheeks turned red as I asked him again, louder this time. A couple at the next table looked around and they whispered something to each other. Arggh! Pathetic!

Don’t they have anything better to do than to eavesdrop? Finally, I cleared the check and walked out. Suddenly, I felt like I had lost my entire life. I felt tired, weak, miserable and so ugly. I was stood up on a date. The bastard, he stood me up. I must be really, really ugly. [Read: How to play hard to get]

I stepped out into the cold street, all alone. ‘Date’ was such a bad word in my vocabulary right now. But I decided to get home. I could at least hide my face in a pillow and cry myself to sleep. Maybe I’d just wake up and the fact that he stood me up would all turn out to be one bad nightmare.

It was the first time I was being stood up. I called for a cab, and as always, history repeated itself. The cab driver stared at my tits, and for one second, I wondered if I should just take my clothes off for him. Perhaps he thinks I’m pretty. Ugh! I was losing my mind. Finally, after what felt like eternity, I got home.

At home after being stood up

I fumbled with my keys, and hurriedly opened the doors. I didn’t want my sweet neighbors to ask me about my ‘date’. I walked into the darkness, and groped around to hit the light. The room came into view. I reclined against the door, and dropped my clutch bag. I had never felt this bad in my life. I was humiliated and shattered by some guy I barely knew, a guy I had met just a couple of times. For god’s sake, I was stood up! Aaargh!

I tried calling him again, and this time, I heard something new. I heard a telephonic voice say that his cell phone was busy, and that he was on the other line. I was pissed. I was raging. I was mad. I just wanted to rip his little heart out. I called him again, and this time, again, it just kept ringing. I called him repeatedly for another hour. [Read: How to make him want you]

Soon my anger turned to tearful frustration. I dropped down to the floor and started crying. I crawled all the way up to my bed, and just slid into it. I covered myself completely and stared into the darkness.

The morning after he stood me up

I don’t know when I slept, but I did wake up to a bright morning. It took me a few minutes to know why I felt so miserable, and then I remembered the eventful previous night where I was stood up. I showered, I felt dirty and violated. After that, I got on with my day. It was hard at first, but after I poured my heart out to my friends, I felt a lot better. My friends and I went out for lunch, and by evening I was almost myself. I even felt like the whole episode of getting stood up wasn’t worth all the pain.

A couple of days later, I pushed the whole episode to the back of my head. I was just being stupid and overexcited about this guy. He really wasn’t worth the date, and definitely not worth my tears.

Meeting the man who stood me up

I met my vanished-without-a-trace date a week later at the same club I first met him in. I was out with my girlfriends, and he walked right into my path, unknowingly, of course. I smiled at him, placed my hands on his shoulders and gave a peck on his cheek. And by the time his surprised face turned into an all-toothy grin, my knee cap found its mark on his groin.

And yeah, his package didn’t feel big at all. He definitely wasn’t worth it. And I, once again, felt like I was on top of the world. And I did get a huge round of applause from all the women in the club too. Guess who walked out of the club with the chin up, and who walked out with the chin almost near the groin? Well, there are no points for guessing. That’s what happens to guys who stand women up. And that’s what you should do when you’re stood up! [Read: Short love stories – The lonely girl]

Being stood up on a date is painful and ego-shattering. A guy I liked, he stood me up once, and I learnt never to be stood up by a guy again. So the next time you’re on a date, don’t ever sit there wondering if you’re being stood up on a date like I did. Bolt for the door if he isn’t already there!

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Sophia Strutt
Sophia Strutt loves staring into the mirror, not because she’s a narcissist but because the mirror is the one thing she can rely on to smile back at her, even...
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