Strike Two... You're Out?

The Man didn't call last night. He still hasn't called today.

Unsure which flight he ended taking home, I left my,"Hey I'm all dressed up to see you. Give me a call when you get in."
Followed a couple hours later by my, "I'm getting worried, give me a call and just let me know you're okay." message.

So I waited in my teeny-weeny black outfit, turning plans to go out with others down. He'd call, right?

Wrong.

His phone has continued to be off all morning, his good friend has turned her phone off. I left one more message one each of there phones. His was, "I'm not sure whats going on, but I have a few things I would like to grab from your house prior to your departure tomorrow. Please give me a call so I can stop by."
Hers was the, "The Man hasn't called and I am concerned that he's okay. If you hear anything from him could you let me know?"

So perhaps it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved (if indeed thats whats "this" was) at all.

And I turned down a night with TM for why???