This is bloody typical of Lou. He promised me last week that he would pick me up to take me over to Taunton to see some houses together. As usual, he didn’t stick to his word.
I woke up at 8 this morning after only 3 hours broken sleep and realised I would have to get up and do something otherwise I would fall back to sleep. So I did just that, I got up and dressed, even got my face all dolled up for him. I then picked up my bag and went downstairs to wait for him. Whilst waiting in the kitchen I decided to try to impress him with my housekeeping skills and tackled the small pile of washing up. At this point it was about 9am and our first house viewing was booked for 10.
Lou never replied to my message a few days ago asking what time he was picking me up, but I presumed it would be around 9am to allow for traffic. But no, 9 came and went and there was no sign of him. At half past I sat down with a cup of tea and tried to phone him, nothing. I even sent him a message asking if he was up to much today, just to drop the hint that I was waiting for him, however making it subtle in case he had left his phone at home. I then admitted defeat, I knew deep down that he wouldn’t show up, but didn’t really want to believe it.
I lifted the phone once more and again failed to get hold of the man himself. So I made the dreaded call to the letting agent. My excuse was that my partner had sent me a message saying the car wouldn’t start, in reality he hadn’t even bothered to make an excuse.
This has seriously pissed me off for the day now, each time I hear a car pull up or hear a door bang, I run to the front of the house and glimpse out of the window secretly hoping I would see the hideous rust bucket of a car he drives. But so far nothing, and this is two hours after he should have picked me up. I know I should give up but it’s so hard!
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