So, I can't tell if it's me or just the weird expectations of a 22 year-old.
On paper, he's a helluva find. A young, cubbish scruffy trucker. Like big-rig trucker. Big fantasy of mine ever since I read (an early version of what is now known as) a blog about this trucker dude that drives around the country naked in his rig and finds guys to fuck around with. The kid's another top, but he's willing to flip. We make arrangements to meet and set a time. But then that time has come and gone and I've been waiting around the approximate location of where we're to meet and finally gave up and texted a fuck buddy that I knew in the area for a quick pump and dump. Two hours after we were supposed to meet, he messages saying his phone died and he's ready to meet. I couldn't. And he gets all frustrated that I wouldn't meet him and saying he always gets jerked around with flakes.
Wait! How am I the flake?!
And then to top it all off, we basically ended the conversation saying that he was leaving town the next day and we couldn't reschedule. Two days later, I get a message saying that he just left and that he's sad I didn't text him to see if he was still available to meet.
"How was I supposed to know that you're still in town? Last thing you told me was that you're leaving the next day," I messaged.
"Well, you could have at least texted to see if I was still around."
Really? I'm supposed to chase you to the point of harassment and try read your mind?