My Big Saturday Night Date

Ok, so are you ready? Ok. Ask me how my date last night went with the ad exec I met on Match. Go ahead - ask me. Ask me! Ask me! Ask me! Wanna know? Really? Wellllllll. IT SUCKED BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED!!!!! I never heard from the guy until 4:30 when I texted him and he gave me a bullshit family emergency excuse asking for a reschedule. He couldn't even call or text. I had to text him. What the fuck?! Do I scream ultimate demented, ugly, boring fuck of a woman now through instant messaging? Really?! Argh. I got blew off again. Do I radiate some sort of kryptonite that makes guys want to blow me off? I don't get it. I act disinterested for months thinking that if I don't try I'll meet someone when I least expect it. When that doesn't work I try the new approach to put myself actively back into the game with the "I'm ready to meet someone" vibes and again disaster. Thank goodness for bottles of Pinot Grigio and batteries. It's looking like that's what my future continually holds.