Also on Bumble:
Real estate agent talks and talks to me for a couple of days, and we had agreed to meet up Thursday evening (he picked the restaurant, which shows his taste).
About an hour before we were to get together, he sends me a message via Bumble (he doesn't even know my last name or have my phone number) that he can't make it because a client asked me to show some property in another town. He asked if we could meet up the next day.
I had already dressed, put on makeup and driven to the town he wanted to meet in (about forty-five minutes from my house). So, I send him this message back: "The answer is no. Go fuck yourself."
And this is the man who assured me that he was not a flake.
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