So as I mentioned earlier, I had plans with Stan Sunday.  He'd been talking since we'd met the week before about how he had some big important run (he's a long distance runner) on Sunday, and was hoping I'd give him a leg massage Sunday evening. Early Sunday afternoon, he calls and cancels, saying the run took a lot more out of him than he'd expected, and he felt awful and flu-like and needed to sleep.  To his credit, he did sound like death warmed over, and it seemed unlikely that this flirt of a guy would intentionally bail on an almost certain chance to get laid.  And I could hardly be cross with him since I rescheduled our plans earlier in the week over a slightly upset tummy.  So I wished him well and went on my merry way (he got in touch Monday morning to ask me to lunch).  

Well, when Stan called, I was chatting with a charming and flirty guy I'll call Shutterbug from SexSite, who had already asked me out for that evening (I'd said I was busy).  Just before Stan called, I was on the phone with a girlfriend.  When I IM'd Shutterbug to tell him I was on the phone, he responded with joking IMs to the effect of it being my date for the evening and I was telling him that I had to cancel to go out with Shutterbug instead.

I chuckled.  Ha ha.  And then the phone rang again and it was Stan and he cancelled on me, leaving me available to go out with Shutterbug.

Eerie?

Shutterbug jumped at the chance and suggested meeting at a nearby restaurant-movie theater, even agreeing to see a movie he was reeeeeeeally skeptical about enjoying (Hairspray) just because I wanted to see it and he wanted to see me.  He was attractive, smart, interesting, grew up in Holland, and (based on looking at his portfolio on his professional website), was a really talented photographer.  So I cheerily agreed to meet him for dinner and a movie.