I was that girl. I was the girl half an hour late to a date. You want to know why? Because I went to the wrong restaurant: the restaurant that was in my head, not the one we had agreed upon.
I pulled into the wrong sushi place ten minutes late as it was, then called him only to realize I'd input his phone number wrong into my cell. Seriously. No wonder he hadn't texted me back an hour earlier. To make matters worse I couldn't picture where the agreed-upon sushi restaurant was. Enter Panic Mode.
I found it after another twenty minutes of scouring. Thank the heavenly beings. I will never stand someone up, even by mistake. Never.
I apologized far too many times, I think to the point where he probably couldn't think about anything else. Three times probably would've been sufficient. I maxed out at about five or six. He was nice and our talking was nice but, for me, the date was tainted by my lateness.
Bottom Line: Mistakes happen and that doesn't make me a bitch but first impressions count for a lot. Shoot.
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