It was 14 years ago today that I first met Dave. We connected through online dating, and we're actually suppose to meet up the weekend before. But the day came for our first date, and I sat there waiting and waiting for his call. We lived in separate cities and he was suppose to call me when he left, because we were meeting at a halfway point.
I waited... and waited... but no call.
I finally gave in and called him. There was no answer, so I left a polite, but firm, "thanks, have a nice life," message. A few hours later, I got an email. He'd left his cell in his friend's car (they were out the night before). The friend was now miles away visiting family. And the cell was the only place he'd stored my number. He'd driven down to our meeting place, hoping I might have gone there without waiting for his call, and hoping he might recognize me from my pictures.
He apologized, said he totally understood if I never wanted to talk to him again... but he'd love a chance to make it up to me.
I admit... having had a few previous disappointing interactions with others before I met him, I was skeptical. But he had such pretty long hair, such a nice voice.... and he did say he liked cats! So he got a second chance.