It's the Day After Valentine's Day, So Here Are Some People Who Got Stood Up

VICE: Who stood you up? 
Lily: It was a guy I used to work with – I can't even remember his name. When he left the company he sent me an email announcing that he'd left and that it was appropriate for us to date now.

Bold. Was this an opportunity you'd been waiting for?
Not even. I politely turned his offer down but he was super persistent, and after months of back and forth of him asking me out repeatedly via email and text I finally agreed to go on a date with him.

Where were you meant to meet?
We were supposed to go for a drink at Frank's in Peckham – I turned up and he didn't. I waited an hour.

Did you ever get an explanation?
I never heard from him again.

VICE: So what happened? 
Jin: It was this guy I'd met before on a blind double date – my friend was going to link this guy and he was bringing a friend, so she brought me along too to keep him company. We got on well and spent the whole night chatting; the conversation was cute. After that we started texting and chatting quite a lot.
 
Was he cute?
He was cute, but he had a front tooth missing.
 
Where were you supposed to go?
I think we were supposed to just meet at Stockwell station and figure it out from there. I texted him to confirm he was still up for it and he never texted back. I was in Stockwell that day anyway so I headed to the station just in case, but he never showed. A few days later he texted me like: "Sorry, I fell asleep."
 
That is not a classic excuse.
It was more annoying than anything. It was just a bit pathetic, really – his excuse was so lame. He could've told me anything else, and instead you text me after four days to tell me you fell asleep? Just say sorry and keep it moving.

Did you reply to him?
Of course not.

VICE: Who left you hanging?
Dan: It was a girl I met on Tinder – we swapped digits and would chat occasionally via text and shit, but never seemed to both be free at the same time to link IRL. Eventually one day I texted her and asked her if she wanted to go see this DJ at Jaguar Shoes with me and she was down. I was stoked.

What went wrong?
The day arrived and I went to the place we'd arranged at the time we'd arranged and sent her a text to let her know I was there. There was no reply after like 15 minutes, so I sent another text like, "Yo, just lemme know if you can't make it." I had a couple beers, and next time I checked the clock an hour had gone by. I was like "fuck this shit, I'm out of here".

Did she ever call you to explain?
I got a text from her the next day saying that she was sorry and that something had come up with a close friend. Three weeks later or so I bump into my boy and we're chatting about girls and skating and whatever, and he brings up some gnarly fuck he had a few weeks ago who proper scratched up his back and shit. I was like, "Yo, sick, what was she like?" And when he starts describing her I suddenly clock it was the same girl – turns out my friend was banging her the same night she stood me up.

Classic. How did you feel?
On the night itself I felt a bit shitty, but generally indifferent; felt a bit worse when I found out that she stood me up to fuck my mate, though.

VICE: Tell me about the time you got stood up.
Jake: I got stood up for a job interview for a job I didn't even want.

Ouch. What happened?
I was meant to meet her for an interview in a pizza restaurant. It was for an intern role at a PR company or some shit, and I was totally overqualified for the job, but I was desperate so I went. She never showed up.

How long did you wait?
I sat there like a turd for ages – like an hour? Drank two black coffees and eventually realised she wasn't gonna show and left. I had no phone so I couldn't even contact her to see where she was.

Did you follow up afterwards?
I went home and sent her an email telling her she was a turd and to shove her poxy job. She never replied.

How did it make you feel?
I'd been unemployed for like seven months at that point, and just felt a crushing sense of defeat.

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