Sorry for the long time between my last and this posting--I'd honestly meant to write much sooner, but as life tends to do, it got in the way of things.
There are a few important things that I'll cover right off the bat. First, you remember 26-year-old that I really liked and was looking forward to spending time with last weekend during the choir retreat? Well, forget about him. We men never fail to prove ourselves pigs, and he continued the long, proud tradition of that. If he chooses to be around people that literally throw themselves upon him and people who already have boyfriends, that's his business, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be any part of that business. So there. We're done with him. See how easy that was?
Next on our agenda, I went on a date on Wednesday. A friend online (whom I've met before--he lives here in Portland) introduced me online to another guy who lives in Portland. We talked over AIM and we seemed to hit it of pretty well. We decided that we'd meet the very next morning at this fabulous little restaurant in downtown for breakfast.
We met at the designated spot, we talked, and got to know each other better. He's an artist and a very talented one at that. After breakfast, we went to the bookstore and took a look around at what it had to offer, and then after that, we went to a cafe in downtown to enjoy a drink and each other's company.
When it was time for us to go, I offered to give him a ride to work, and he accepted the offer. As we were getting ready to leave, I asked, "So, would you like to see each other again?" To which he replied, "Yes." Yay for me! A first date gone well, and a second date on the way! I was the world's happiest little homo. I dropped him off at work, and went about my daily business.
Later that night, I sent him an E-Mail telling him I really enjoyed the morning that we spent together, and hopefully we'd get together again soon.
That was Wednesday. I have yet to hear from him.
I'd like to think that it's because he's busy and all sorts of things like that, but I have the feeling that it's not. Whether he's a flake, or he thought I was ugly and ungraceful, or thought I had the personality of a desk, who's to say? If I haven't heard from him in this long, I'm not sure that I will. Perhaps something terrible happened and I'm the last thing on his mind. I have no way of knowing. All I know is here I am, kinda bummed out about the whole thing, and just waiting for that day when I'll meet some boy who's NORMAL and I can have a nice relationship like everybody else seems to be having. Hrmph. How's that for a weeks' work?
Momma's going to take a nap now, kids. I'm off to play waitress in a few hours, so I need all the rest I can get. Behave yourselves, and I'll talk with you all soon!