Shafted. And not in the good way.

Let me elaborate on that last post.
I have just been given the shaft by the guy I was talking about in an earlier post and I am, of course, not happy.

He has decided he has too much going on in his life to get involved with someone but wants to be friends and who knows what will happen down the road...yaddah blah...yaddah blah.

Right.

And I am really an Irish Setter in a wig.

He has spent nearly a month making and breaking plans with me and when we finally manage to keep a date he suddenly realizes he can't handle getting involved with anyone right now. Fantastic. Had his realization come a little earlier, there was a very cute (although inebriated) young man who I would have been a lot more responsive to when he asked if he could blow on my neck (See? My job can be interesting.).
No. I would not have let him do that...I won't lie, I thought about it briefly, but no. However, I would have been more apt to arrange a sober meeting.
But no. I was all hung up on Mr. Indecisive. And now the cute neck blower is gone. Never to return. Dammit.
Isn't that just how it goes?
Like I said. Monkeys. It would be a lot simpler.