As a grown woman of some small amount of self-confidence, I find being stood up by men almost painful enough that I don't date. Because I dislike spending large amounts of time by myself, I try and make plans for the evenings. When I'm told by someone that they would like to hang out on a certain night, I make sure not to make other plans that night.

Dating is tedious, but sex is fun. So I keep trying, like an idiot (who ran out of batteries.)

I don't have time to get stood up. Nevermind. Technically I have all of the time in the world for that. I guess what I mean is that I am tired of getting excited for things that don't happen. So I'll drink my fucking rum and wallow in my self-pity the week before crimbo. Canceled on twice. Ouch.