Story Sent in by Sarah:
Seth invited me out to dinner for a Friday night. The day of, he called to ask me if, in addition to dinner, I'd be interested in seeing his little niece's third-grade recital at her elementary school.
"It won't take long," he promised, "And I'll take you out to dessert wherever you want afterward." It didn't sound like a bad deal, so I told him that I'd do it.
That night, he rushed us through dinner to get to the recital early. We were among the first ones there. It filled up while we sat there, and about five minutes before it began, he stood up and told me, "I'll be right back."
The recital began without him. Ten minutes in, I texted him. Twenty minutes in, I excused myself to the lobby, where I gave him a call. No answer. I waited for another few minutes, tried him again, left another voicemail, and then left the recital completely.
I didn't hear from him until over a year later. He wrote to me, a classic email: "You're in my contact list, but I have no idea who you are. How do we know each other?"
I wrote back a terse response: "I'm Sarah, the girl you left at your niece's recital last year."
He replied back, "I have no niece."