Did you drive her home? Then it was a date. As for what went wrong, any number of things. Maybe she doesn't want to get into things with a man due soon for oral butt surgery.

I dunno if you're a doormat. I don't know how these things work. Two months late on a move-in date kinda blows, although I think you knew that move-in date was optimistic. At least at one point you did.

I remember houses like yours being the feature of post-trick or treating gossip. "OMG, the guy who gave us handfuls of stuff!" Back in the day, there was sometimes one house that gave out whole chocolate bars. Stuff of dreams.