Tuesday came and went. Wednesday, too. By Thursday afternoon, I still hadn't heard from Nate. I caved and texted on my lunch hour, feeling like I had nothing to lose at this point. I'd dropped $100 on concert tickets that I wasn't likely going to, seeing as how it was the next day and I'd heard nothing from my date in almost 5 days.

Part of me kept holding out hope that he'd call. That he'd text any minute, tell me he's been busy and would call me later that night. Or better, want to know what time to meet me for our date. But that text or call never came and Thursday night found me depressed and wondering what the fuck.

I called home to talk to my dad. Of course my mom answered, and reminded me of her skepticism. "I just know he's married. I know it!" she insisted. I insisted she knew nothing.

Dad of course was more encouraging. "I say you just go to the concert without him. Screw him. Don't let some asshole ruin your good time," he advised.

"I don't really wanna go by myself, dad," I said, adding that it would just make me feel like an even bigger loser than I already felt like.

"Why don't you go with one of your girlfriends?" he suggested. Not a bad idea, but I'd already asked and no one was interested.

I contemplated putting an ad up on Craigslist but thought better of it. If I wasn't going with Nate, I didn't want to go at all. Despite both GWG and the Banshee advising against it, I called him. Of course, I got his voicemail.

Hi Nate, it's Christine. I haven't heard from you all week, I guess you're busy or something. Anyway, just wanted to let you know I got our tickets for the concert tomorrow night. We've got great seats, should be a lot of fun. I'm really looking forward to it. Give me a call, or drop me an email or text or something, let me know what time you wanna meet. We can meet at my place or if it's easier, just meet downtown, whatever, just let me know. Hope you're having a good week, see you tomorrow!

I didn't want to sound bitter or come across as desperate, despite feeling both of those things. I told myself if he called and finalized our plans, I'd let this go. Stop being so needy. So pathetic.

By Friday night, I still hadn't heard from him and resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to. Ever.

My dad called me that night to check in on me, to try and convince me one last time to go to the concert.

"Nah, I'm okay. I'm just gonna stay home tonight. I've ordered some Chinese and gonna get in my comfy clothes and watch some Sex and the City and go to bed early. I'm going shopping with Val tomorrow," I told him.

I stayed up till after midnight not so much watching TV, as much as staring at it. The girlz texted me all night to check in, to try and convince me to come out with them, but I was numb. My heart was officially broken.