I met a guy at a party. We snogged drunkenly and arranged to meet the following week. I gave him my number, he didn't give me mine.
A few days later, he left me a message on my answer phone. He basically told me to meet him at a rather naff restaurant on the Wednesday. However, he didn't leave his number so he was clearly just assuming I would available and show up which, being a mug I did.
Well, he had warned me he might be late but he arrived over an hour late. I waited, like a fool, until he turned up. He finally arrived with no apology or explanation.
The evening went downhill from there. He was rude to the waiter and bragged to me about his stupid fucking job and how much he earned. He went on to bore me senseless about his 'big holiday' - white water rafting in the US. Big deal.
Of course, being a complete slut, I let him come back to my place. We had the worst shag ever. He couldn't keep it up. In the end, I gave up. I had to fly to a wedding in Holland the next morning and he was still asleep. I was in a rush and just left him lying there.
When I returned the following evening, he was gone without a trace. No message, nothing. Never heard from him again.
Some days later, his brother (who held the party I originally met this guy at) invited me to his flat to talk about a 'business venture'. It turned out to be pyramid scheme type crap. I nodded and smiled, but left asap.
I wondered, later, whether the guy had only gone out with me to provide a future 'client' for his brother? Hmmm.