This Real Job - Disaster

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Disaster

What a terrible weekend. Sorry for going dark for so long.

So, this is going to be a rant.

After I went home to get my costume on, I checked my email again. Ashley said she was on her way and was excited to meet for a drink. So, I was happy and headed down to the pub. I waited… and waited… and waited. For 2 hours. Alone. In a pub. Dressed as Megaman. I was embarrassed and and upset. I got stood up. If you are asking yourself why I didn’t call her to find out where she was. I am sorry. I am not so experienced with these types of situations. I didn’t ask for her number. I forgot. Not like it would have mattered, she played her joke on me perfectly.