this phenomenal story was submitted to me by an anonymous yeti reader. please read and share in her pain.
i went out with this guy who i knew "a bit". seemed very nice, very normal, polite.. etc... a bit young, but hey. prior to "going out", we text at least a few times a day. everything on the date goes fine, no problems, but the two days after our texts come to a complete stop. okay, not "our" texts, because i still continued to text him as per our normal banter until i realized he wasn't responding. after three days of absolute silence a two-way text conversation finally starts:
A- hey sorry, my phone has been off.
E- oh really? the boy who is in love with his blackberry?? heehe. suuuuure... :P
A- no, really... i've been in a bit of a mess.
E- what kind of mess?
A- well, some deep shit.... mafia shit... so i turn my phone off most of the time...
E- hm... what did you do?
A- nothing.... it's just a misunderstanding... but yeah. i call you in a few days.
mafia shit might just be amongst the best excuses ever for being blown off...