I met a man on a dating site, he asked me for a date, which we had to plan pretty far in advance because he lives kind of far away. As it turned out, he had to cancel our coffee date because he couldn't make it over, and then I had to go away for the weekend. Before I left, when we were trying to decide on a new rendez-vous, he said to text him when I'm home and up for a visit. Not ideal, but fine.
This past Saturday night, I was that person - the one who flirts really well with the cute stranger, has a few memorable moments and then gets whisked away by their friends to another locale, leaving the sparkly stranger behind - only to be still thinking about our short-lived relationship days later.