Had a date on Friday afternoon that I thought went pretty well. He kept touching my arm, opened doors for me, complimented my perfume (thank you, Michael Kors), came and picked me up/walked me to my door, etc. But have I heard from him? Nope. Pardon me - he seems like a polite fellow - no SIR, I have not.
Sheesh. I mean, it's one thing to get blown off when I know the date isn't going well. But when I think it's a good date...another blow to the ol' ego.
Whatever. Here's to 2011.
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It was only Friday... he's just playing the game.
ReplyDeleteI don't care for the game. I don't want to play anymore.
ReplyDeleteUpdate: he called. Haha maybe he read the blog.
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