Tragic

Tonight was my second date with New Guy.

I spent half of the day cleaning my apartment like a madwoman because he was picking me up.

The evening started off well. We had dinner (he wouldn’t let me pay) and then we went to see a movie (he wouldn’t let me pay). We walked around downtown and talked for close to 90 minutes. Then, on the walk back to the car it was like we ran out of things to say. I tried to start a conversation a few times on the drive back to my place but he wasn’t into it. I invited him in but he declined; we hugged (one-armed from me lol) and he said he’d call me.

Maybe he was tired. Maybe he does have to go to church in the morning, like he said. Maybe he will actually call. But I’ll be surprised.

Right now I’m just pissed I spent all of that time cleaning for him to be here like 2 minutes.

I shouldn’t be bitchy, I know … it’s just that if a guy doesn’t at least tell me I look nice — which he didn’t — I start to think he thinks I’m a hideous troll.

I think he likes me but maybe we’re just too different. Maybe I should focus on the things we have in common. But I’ll wait to see if he calls before I invest energy in that …