Sometimes people get sick.

On dates.

It’s unfortunate. But it happens. We’re all human, you know?

And this wasn’t even a date! Full story below:

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I met Erin at a singles mixer (one of my last) — after having almost every woman there shuned me for being 5’7-5’8-ish and flock to the tallest guys in the room, I happened to start talking to this very thin Jewish girl (my height) from back East. She was smart and clever (Ivy grad apparently) but really wasn’t my type (a little too Jew-y for me — meaning, she looked like she could be my cousin or sister — a little too close to my own DNA).

Erin was mid 30′s, divorced and we had an unusually frank talk about relationships, the sexes, dating and ended up just glued to each other for 90 minutes. I remember she playfully teased me about taking her number down with a pencil: “I don’t remember the last time I saw a pencil — are you taking the SATs later?”

I called a few days later.

Nothing.

About a week after that, I think I sent an e-mail that said something to the effect of ‘It’s ok you don’t want to date me, but I really enjoyed our talks if you wanna be buddies, I’d like that.”

She called and left a very warm, but strange message apologizing for blowing me off and how rude that was, but she had a “very specific reason for not wanting to date…that I probably hadn’t heard before….”

Huh…

I call. She tells me she can’t date me because she has cancer.

After I say I’m sorry and ask “Why were you at a singles party.” She says cause all her friends were going and she was hanging out with them all night, in the same car.

So, she says let’s be buddies. Okay great. A couple weeks later, she invites me to accompany to her the last concert at the Disney Hall that season.

Okay, classical music not really my bag and either is driving to downtown at rush hour on a weekday night from Santa Monica, but she extended an olive branch and wants to hang out and what the hell.

I pick her up at her apartment — about 15 minutes away from me — in the opposite direction of where we need to be. I’m standing in front of her house with no access to a buzzer or a door. I call. It GOES STRAIGHT TO VOICE MAIL. For the next 15 – 20 minutes.

Finally, I think at minute 16 she comes out, saying she LEFT HER PHONE OFF. (This is a big pet peeve of mine — and its happened a few times — meet the woman at her house — when you can’t access the door — and her cell is off even though she’s expecting someone).

Okay, now we are running late, which makes me a little crazy but we make our way downtown (easily an hour ride). She admits she was once the “villian” on a reality TV show from 10 years ago (????)

Finally we get to the Disney Hall (and downtown makes me crazy — it’s a lot of one way streets) and in our seats.

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