First Date: About to go out/bad news edition

Skeptical Lauren

So, I'm going out with BigRed shortly.  Our initial plan was to meet in the nearest Sville Square at 8 p.m. (it is now 8:10 p.m.).  Then it got pushed to 8:30.  Now, he's thinking 9.  I moved the location approximately 0.5 mi. closer to my residence to accommodate for his pre-date douchebaggery.


Now, I understand that sometimes things happen and someone is late.  I also realize that sometimes people fall asleep at 6 p.m. and fail to follow through on previously made plans.  But, someone doing both of these in the span of four days, combined with the demise of my last relationship being directly related to similar actions, does not equal happy Lauren (see below).  So, I am going to meet him at a very nearby bar in, supposedly, about half an hour, but I'm not stoked about it.  He is not beyond redemption, but (I'm really, really sorry in advance for what I'm about to type) lets just say he must overcome a rebuttable presumption that he's a douche.

Happy Lauren

I'll be sure to let you know how it goes, but lets just say I have 2/3 of a bottle of wine sitting here awaiting my return.  Also, check back for more details about the Schmidt developments of the past several days.