Recently, I had, by all accounts, an amazing first date. What was a Thursday evening coffee turned into a 5 hour marathon date in Portsmouth, N.H. (where he lives) complete with drinks and dinner and ending with a plan for date #2 in Portland the following Saturday.

Between Thursday and Saturday, “Might Be Dead” guy and I chatted quite a bit – mostly random conversations and light planning for the next date.

Saturday morning rolls around and we’re firming up plans for the evening. Now, I wish I had screen shot the text conversation as proof, but here’s basically how the exchange went:

Me: Hi! Are you excited for your Portland adventure today? 🙂

Him: Totally! Can’t wait.

Me: Awesome. What time do you think you’ll be in town? Want to plan on dinner?

Him: Probably 5ish and Yes! Thai?

Me: Sounds great! Ok, I’m heading into soccer- chat later and we can figure out a place to meet.

Him: Sounds good See you tonight!

Well, the day goes on and around 4:00 p.m. when I assume he’d be leaving Portsmouth, I text him again for a solid ETA and to discuss where to meet. Nothing back. I think, ‘maybe he’s driving already,’ so I proceed to fix up my hair, pick out my outfit and do my make up.

5:00 p.m. – Still no word, so I call him. No Answer.

At this point I’m genuinely worried, so I check the news and Twitter for any accidents that may  have happened on I-95 North. Nothing.

5:30 p.m.- Text him again: “We still meeting up tonight?” No response.

6:00 p.m.- Text my BFF Suzanne to get an objective opinion of the situation and a ruling on when I  can just call it a night. Both of us are baffled but agree that it’s now a ‘waste of make up’ situation.

The next day I message him through the online site where we met just to make sure he was alive and nothing tragic happened. As you might have guessed, I didn’t hear back.

Now, I’ve been on dates where the guy was just not that into me. It’s cool; I’m not into every guy I go on a date with either. I have not, however, met a guy who acted all into it and then dropped off the face of the Earth. For the record if you’re not into a person, don’t make plans for second date! It’s rude and my mascara is expensive, so I don’t like wasting it.

Bottom line, maybe he’s dead, maybe he’s jerk, maybe Crazy Cat Dude has him stashed in his basement. Apparently, we’ll never know.