In all of the dating I've managed to squeeze into the past 10 years, I have never been stood up.
Yup, The Crush stood me up. We made plans on Thursday night and today... nothing. No phone call. No explanation. Nothing.
So I think, unless he has a reason similar to "I was in the hospital after a near-fatal car accident," he no longer deserves the title of The Crush.
More like The Ass.
I am so done. So, so, so done.
And now I'm going to go cry for a bit.