“We must meet for dinner.”
“Sure, next Wednesday?”
“No, next Wednesday I can’t. How about the Wednesday after next?”
Fast forward to the morning of the Wednesday after next.
She: “Can we change the time? Something came up, I can only make it at 7pm.”
Me: “Ok, no worries, let’s meet at 7pm.”
She showed at 7:30.
She: “Oh, I don’t like this part of the chicken.” (When I served her a piece of chicken drumstick.)
She: “Actually I prefer sushi.”
Me: “But I thought you said you don’t like Japanese food, especially sushi.”
She: “That was before. Now I like sushi.”
Several months later.
At a sushi restaurant.
She: “Actually I don’t like sushi.”
Several more months later.
She: “We must meet up for dinner again.”
She: “I’m ok next Friday.”
Me: “7:00pm ok? Shall I invite the sisterhood? I’ll include Tiffany, Tanya, Paula, Brenda, Pearly, Junko, Megan and Kimberley as well? I’ll invite them k?”
She: “Sure, sure, I haven’t seen them for a while, it’ll be good to meet them again.”
Fast forward to Thursday evening.
She: “I have this, that and the other happening tomorrow, I’ll try to make it at 7:45pm.”
Me: “It’s ok, don’t bother, I was going to call you anyway, there won’t be a dinner tomorrow night. Most of the others can’t make it.”
I’m not about to allow someone with a poor track record of punctuality hold up eight hungry babes and one horny old man.