I've been stood up by this guy what, three times now? Four? I don't even count anymore. I wait around for him, playing with my phone and thinking about the things I could be doing instead. After I finally give up and find someone else to hang out with, I find out that he showed up early, didn't see me, and left to go meet up with his bros before I even got there. EVEN THOUGH I WAS ON TIME. And when it's not that, he's late, rolling up ten minutes after I've started subtweeting about what a dick he is. He doesn't even have the decency to apologize. And let's not talk about the times I've shown up and found him already hanging out with a ton of other people and I just end up awkwardly shoved into the corner next to some skeevy-looking dude and a girl wearing headphones. I mean, it's great when we actually meet up, but sometimes I feel like I take this relationship way more seriously than he does.

Sigh. The thing is, I know I'll keep coming back. I'll never be able to quit you, Metrobus.