Dear Guy Who Cancelled Our First Date,
You built me up just to drop me. When you first asked me out, I was taken by total surprise. It was just another normal day, we had just seen each other around campus and we did our regular hi-and-bye wave. I thought nothing of it, however that day was different. You sent me a text directly after saying “when can we get that dinner I owe you?” We had briefly talked about hanging out, but just as friends. This message however, was dripping with flirtation and definitely sounded like a date. I immediately smiled to myself and felt like the happiest girl in the world.
We knew each other for about a year and had the typical girl-likes-boy relationship. I acted like I had no feelings for you and kept my flirtation to a minimum. I would flash you a smile here and there, but nothing more than that. You were older and seemed uninterested and I convinced myself it was nothing more than a silly crush. So I kept my feelings to myself and tried to push my feelings aside to maintain a normal friendship.
So when you finally showed some interest, my feelings came over me like a tidal wave. After you asked me out, I would see you around and flash you that smile and you did the same back. I found myself that week thinking about you during class, secretly hoping to run into you on campus and hoping you were as excited as me for our date.
Unfortunately for me my excitement didn’t last too long. The day before our date you sent me an obscure message, saying you had to cancel that a family issue occurred. I responded back quickly making sure you were okay and assuring you that it was okay, we could always reschedule. These feelings weren’t mutual; you proceeded to say you were no longer interested in being more than friends and that our relationship should remain how it was before.
I felt destroyed inside; it was that sinking feeling you have in the pit of your stomach when you’re disappointed. I was stunned and instantly embarrassed; there’s no recovering from your crush rejecting you. I was hurt that you never even gave me a chance; you chickened out before you really got to know me.
However, looking back I don’t feel bad for myself, I feel bad for you. You lost your opportunity to have a great night with a fun girl. So now that you let me go, I hope you’ll look back at me and see me as the one who got away. You’ll be left with the thoughts of “what could have happened” and I’ll be content knowing you weren’t worth my time.
