Greek dissapointment

I celebrated my first Greek Easter yesterday. And for those of you who do not know, yes, Greek Easter is real. It is a week after the "normal" Easter. The food was amazing, drinks were flowing, and the company was inviting. My disappointment does not lay in any of these, but in me date, or should i say lack there of. Yup, wing man... I am a little disappointed. I am trying not to be, and i don't feel that i am over reacting, but this is the sitch.

I had asked him earlier in the week, and he said that he was going to be very busy with work seeing as he was gone for a week, but he would for sure try. Yesterday morning rolls around. I texted him that dinner was at 3, and that i hope he was still coming. He texted back " i think i can make it, ill call you later" So i go about my business happy that I'm sure he will be able to make it. I'm getting ready, and 2:00 comes and goes, with no call. 2:30, I'm in the car running slightly late, still no call. So i call him. I leave a message. saying that It is 20 to 3 and you have not called me like you said you would, and i want to know if he is coming. Driving driving driving... no call. I get to the dinner... stall for 2 minutes, then give myself that hey its OK whatever pep-talk. Get into the party. The moment i so wanted to avoid... " hey ash! great seeing you! Where is wing man? CRICKETS........ At this point i did not know what to say... I'm embarrassed. i try my best to hide it, but how can i hide that from my besty the Colombian princess (shes good... she knows my faces), So i just shrugged my shoulders and kissed the sweet little doggy that came to greet me. Now thankful that the subject was not pushed, but UGH!!!!!! how frustrating! So i grab a cocktail and settle in. Both to the room filled with my friends, and the thought that of f!$# it... hes not coming. About an hour later i go to check my phone. Missed call. It was him. listened to the message. " Hey it me just saw you called, call me" OK breath... I called back. i was sent to Voicemail... so i texted him that i tried calling. I went back to the party. 20 min later come back to check my phone. He is calling. I answer. Hey... " hi, i missed your call. are you at the dinner?" Breath... yes i am at the dinner. "oh, yeah i just don't think I'm going to make it, i don't really feel up to it" Well no shit Sherlock!!!! By now i get that! So i was like ok fine, i have to go. Click.

OK, i was not going to throw a fit about it and this point, but hear me out. Yes i am disappointed, I wanted him to be thee, but i understand. BUT... the part that chaps my ass (i love saying that) He did not have the respect to call me before the dinner began to call me and decline the invite. Now... I'm sure, actually i would bet on it that this morning when he woke up, he knew that he did not want to come to the dinner. Which is fine, but couldn't he have told me that... That's all i would have liked. Just a simple hey thanks for the invite, but i am going to pass for whatever reason. All i wanted was that. Tell me that you are not going to come BEFORE i show up without you, to avoid the embarrassment.

With that said, i had a wonderful evening. then... my damn purse called him. damn it!!! He calls... hey i saw that you just called, whats up? I did not mean to call him. Actually i did not even want to talk to him. I'm trying to not be all 16 year old girl on him, but seriously i was disappointed. So he makes small talk with me asking what my week looks like, he wasn't to get together, if i can make some time... he will call me tomorrow

I slept on it (actually i should say tried to sleep). I'm still slightly upset. I can't help it. This is exactly what i wanted to avoid. I start to like him, and the disappointment rolls in. I am starting to feel myself slowly receded into the pre wing man MAN-tality... hmmm