He's lying!
I waited all night for him at Denny's, wearing a pink dress and a tiara, just as we talked about. He just stood me up. I kept ordering French Toast and coffee, some for me and some for him. Pretty soon, I've got a $244 tab, I've got French Toast stacked up on the table, and I had to pee like a racehorse. I finally left, humilitated.
I hope you choke on your next Grand Slam Breakfast, you bastid.