Ding! Ding! Ding!
The alleged dater surfaces. After five days of silence (thereby bypassing my suggested, preferred times to meet up) he responds with, "Sorry for the delay. How's Tuesday for a beverage?" This after he'd already disappeared for a week and a half then reappeared again as if no time had passed.
Er, no thank you. I'm not the type of woman who's willing to accept crumbs.