In a shocking turn of events, a man responded to her ad. Who would have thunk it?
Rob said he worked very long hours and was rarely home, but Mary was welcome to use the couch during her visits, and if his roommate wasn't home, she could even use the bed. He didn't have much of a social life (Ed. note: HINT! HINT! HINT!) and he would "enjoy the company."
Mary didn't need the room for a while, so she and Rob communicated briefly in an attempt to set up a meeting face to face to make sure that they were somewhat compatible with each other. He seemed normal enough, so Mary thought she'd give it a shot.
After a couple of missed opportunities, they both finally found a free day where they could get together for a meeting. They decided he would meet her after a class she was taking, and they'd go grab some sushi on his motorcycle.
The morning of the meeting, Rob called Mary with a strange suggestion.
"Hey," Rob says, "I thought I'd just get us a room at a local bed and breakfast so we can just eat, chill and watch some movies."
Well, Mary had a hotel room, and Rob lived in town, so that didn't make much sense to Mary. They were meeting for a business arrangement, not a date. She said that wasn't in the cards, she just wanted to grab some sushi. He agreed to pick her up after class.
At this point the author of this blog would like to call an intermission. During this intermission, the author would like to construct a lemonade stand outside Mary's hotel. Yet rather than write "Lemonade- 10 cents" across the top of my stand, I'm going to write "Hints- 10 cents", followed by throwing dimes at Mary when she walks out of her hotel.
So Mary gets out of class early, and sends Rob a text to have him meet her at her hotel. Mary goes back to her hotel and falls asleep, only to awaken three hours later starving and no sign of Rob. She texts him, calls him and emails him. No response.
Desperate for the rental room, Mary repeatedly texted and emailed Rob over the course of the next week to a.) see if he was ok, and b.) arrange to get the room. She never heard back from him, and Mary was convinced he had somehow been injured or killed on the day they were supposed to meet.
Two weeks later, Mary's at home studying, and guess who sends a text?
Take it away, Rob.
Rob: what's up?
Mary: Oh, so you're alive?
Rob: what are you doing?
Mary: in bed studying, what happened to you, I thought you were dead
Rob: what are you wearing?
Mary: seriously, is this how you are going to play this?
Rob: what do you mean?
Mary: two weeks ago you blew me off with no word, I called, texted, e-mailed and even googled you to see if you died I thought you were dead
Rob: it was a bad night, one of my friends got fired for the place I work
Mary: why didnt you respond to any of my calls?
Rob: sorry, it was really messed up, they thought he was stealing money and we all had to go into work and be questioned
Mary: That was two weeks ago
Rob: well by the time we got out of there I figured it was too late to tell you
Mary: what about the 14 days since then when I asked if you were okay and told you I thought you were probably dead.
Rob: Ive had a bad day, cant you just talk dirty to me?
Mary: No, why would you ask me that, I dont even know you, we've never even met
Rob: but I need to relax
Mary: first you want to go to a B&B, then you totally blow me off and let me think you are dead and now you want me to talk dirty to you so you can relax?
Rob: i didnt blow you off, I couldnt help it that night
Mary: we are not dating, a B&B is not the right place for us to first meet and see if we are comfortable enough to have me stay at your place
Rob: I just wanted to go and relax, all you women think that every man wants to fuck you. Get over yourself.
Mary: I cant get over you waiting two weeks to tell me you are alive and then you ask what I'm wearing
Rob: I just had a bad day and wanted to have you talk dirty to me, thats's all.
Mary: its time for you to lose my number
Rob: you women are all alike