You were late. But he kept texting. “I’m in traffic. I’m so sorry.” I was panicking. I was freaking out. I started sweating. I didn’t know him. So I was like, “Oh, is this what he does?” “Got it. Like, this I’m not doing.” What is that supposed to mean? Like one of the guys who has so much of an ego that you’re not gonna… That any girl would sit around and wait for a half-hour for you? I was just not interested in that. Then when I walked in… -A hot, sweaty… -He was just so sweet. …red
ball of mess, she’s like, “Oh, no, that’s not what you…” That’s not what you are. You genuinely were, like, so embarrassed and late.