Sunday morning, something happened that had never happened to me before: I was stood up for a very elaborate date: brunch at a cheesy restaurant he insisted we attend, dog time, etc., etc. That this was the first time this had happened was the only thing unusual about it. The details are reducible to standard-fare someone not taking responsibility for their actions, including their responsibility to communicate. At one time, say, around December, 2002, I would have been crushed, and gone into a weeklong stupor, posting the lyrics to I Die, You Die:
This is not love
This is not even worth a point of view
In Echo park I
Pause for effect and whisper "who are you?"
Of course, now I just laugh and hang up the phone. I wished him well, and told him I would not be scheduling anything with him again. My life is filled with people who would move heaven and earth to be at an appointment on time. It's easy to spot the ones who won't, at this point.