u/tothemiddleofnowhere

Exactly the title. He’d been pretty busy prior so I was excited when we finally nailed down a date. I actually picked our meeting spot as well, and we selected a time.

Day of, I actually planned my schedule around it, as you do. It takes about an hour for me to commute home from work. I missed my bus because of city logistics so sent him a text, asking to push it 30 mins so I’d have time to get home, change out of work clothes and drive to meet him about 30 mins away.

He texted back immediately saying he “was no longer in a good head frame to meet.” I was very confused and asked if he was ok, and I get six paragraphs about some road rage incident and that he “could not be out in the public eye right now.” I don’t even really know what that means?

I kind of let it go after that and was pretty bummed. But I’m wondering if it’d even be a good idea to reschedule because I’ve dated someone who was very inconsistent due to a variety of reasons, and part of me feels like I’d be setting myself up for failure in the future - like how many times would he cancel for similar things?

Or maybe I’m different. When I make plans I keep them and I’m consistent with them. Unless some type of emergency comes up.

Would love to know some thoughts on this, and if this is common with first dates. I’ve been out of the dating scene for about two years at this point.

Just looking for some info.

I’ve lived in the house four years and we’ve had rodent problems for the majority of it.

However this outrageous smell started a few days ago. Smells like something rotting. Had plumbers come out since I’m insured for that and they cleared me there. Never had a smell issue once prior to this.

It permeates the downstairs; it’s worse in the bathroom and I have to keep that door closed, but you can catch whiffs of it in the living room and my office. Nothing upstairs. Oddly enough when the vents are RUNNING and my face is over them I cannot smell it… like it’s seeping upstairs somehow?

This house has financially ruined me (flip gone bad). I’ve been warned against going in the crawl space on my own but the smell is definitely coming from down there. However there’s not more / less rat droppings than there have been historically.

What am I dealing with?? Did something die down there?

I have ZERO money to deal with this because of everything else that has gone wrong with this house. Any tips or words of encouragement or anything would be welcomed.

I have a beautiful yard that I rarely use. Weekends for me should mean relaxing and unwinding after the work week, but in the summer I’m filled with dread.

I’ve lived in apartments that were quieter. It used to be the person across the street with the music but they calmed down, and at least with theirs I could relocate in my house to avoid it.

Now there’s someone almost a MILE from my home who likes to use Saturdays from 2pm-2am for live mariachi bands. It took some sleuthing to even find them because of how our houses are situated in a fairly rural area. At least 20 cars at their house. Bass in every room in my house. I want to cry because I don’t even know where I’ll sleep tonight and I can’t watch tv or anything because it’s just the most eye twitching sound you can’t escape with the bass and fast paced music and loud vocals.

I don’t know what to do. The last time I worked with code enforcement was for an illegal auto shop behind me where they were ripping cars apart 8 hours a day with heavy machinery and that took like… 16 videos to get it to finally stop. I can’t exactly park outside this persons random house to get evidence. I’m tired.

What was such a beautiful home over the years has turned into a noisy prison because I can’t sell in this market. I stupidly moved out here because I thought oh it’s rural and people will be quieter but no, it’s like they think they live on an island and can be even louder.

I will never ever understand people who blast music. I LIVE for music but I’d never play it so loud that other people have to listen to it. Never. It’s the single most inconsiderate thing you can do to people living around you. Apartments. Houses. Anything. Just stop. Nobody wants to hear your shitty music. Regardless of the time. People deserve peace in their own homes.