One of my favorite things in the world is my Tuesday night spinning class. This ranks on top of my favorite things right next to sushi, chocolate and expensive jeans. I rarely EVER miss my Tuesday night spinning class because A) I love spinning B) I love Adam’s spinning class and C) I need to relieve my stress on the bike especially when I’m experiencing a dry spell. The only times I miss this particular class is if I get out of work too late, when I’m sick, or have a birthday celebration to attend.
So a boy from Nerve asked me out. First our date was for last Thursday night, but then we rescheduled for Tuesday night. The only reason I scheduled this for Tuesday night is because I’m busy every other night this week except Friday night but I won’t give up a Friday night for a stranger. So I get home, get dressed and drive to Bar Lubitsch. A really cool bar in West Hollywood. The parking gods are smiling. I find a great spot and park my car. I look at my watch and it’s 8pm exactly. Then I look at my cell phone, and the light is flashing red. I have a text message. It’s Dave. My date. And here’s his message, sent at 7:57pm:
“Hey. I’m not going to be able to make it to Bar Lubitsch. My calendar just reminded me. I had forgot. So sorry. Dave.”
“Wow. Thanks for the heads up.”
I MISSED MY SPINNING CLASS BECAUSE OF THIS ASSHOLE!!!!!
I am so mad, I’m almost speechless. New rule. No more missing spinning class for a date. Sorry Adam. I’ll never miss your Tuesday night spinning class for a date. And mom, if you’re reading, this is why I was in a bad mood when I called you.