Now You See Him, Now You Don’t

Just me, my man and a rooftop. What could go wrong?

This story is from Brianna, a 25-year-old law student in Washington D.C., as told to Raz:

I Met Dan through a mutual friend, Elyse, at a roof party. She said they’d dated a few times but hadnt really clicked. Dan and I, however, really clicked. Once he and I got to talking, we didn’t stop. It was like we were the only two people on that roof, and we didn’t leave each other’s sides for about 3 hours. That’s when I realized how late I was for another party that night. I told him I really had to go.

“Wait,” he said. “I’ll come with you.”

Wow, I thought, he really likes me. And I had to admit, I really liked him too.

He followed me to my next location, but we didnt make it past the front stoop. And we just kept talking and kissing on that stoop for the rest of the night.

Our friend Elyse told me later that after that first night of conversations, Dan told her I seemed like the kind of girl he could marry. Yeah, that’s how great it was.

I excitedly accepted when he asked me out, and we went on a real date. I was worried that it wouldn’t live up to our movie-like first encounter, but it just confirmed that the connection I’d been feeling was real.

We set a date to go out again. He said he’d let me know the details. The night before our date, I randomly ran into him at a party. I guess we had more friends in common than I knew. We chatted for awhile, but it was late so we said good night. “See you tomorrow,” he smiled as he left. I was pumped.

That was the last I heard from him. He never called or texted the next day. He never responded to my texts asking where I should meet him. And no, he didn’t die. Apparently, he’d just stopped giving a shit.

A couple days later, I asked my friend Elyse to do some investigating. She did, and came back to me with, “He says you’re really great, and that you’re not to blame. It’s his fault and he’s the worst.” Vague much?

I guess he wasn’t my soulmate after all.