So Brian calls me tonight, about 8 p.m. We talked for a few minutes, he asked me if I had fun and if I wanted to get together again. I was a bit confused because we already had made plans for dinner tomorrow. Anyway, at like 8:08, he asks if I’m going to be around later because he just realized “The Simpsons” are on. WTF???

Not surprisingly, it’s 9:34 and he hasn’t called back.

Damn it, I really wanted PF Chang’s tomorrow night too.

Jackass.

Update …
It’s 9:55 p.m. I just sent him an e-mail saying, “Since you didn’t call me back, I’m guessing you’re not interested in going out again … not sure what all that was about, but good luck to you.” What is it about a snippy e-mail/letter that makes me feel better? Maybe because I feel clever, which hides the sting of YET ANOTHER rejection??? A rejection from a guy I wasn’t even sure that I liked, mind you!

In a weird twist, Ryan is offering to screen my dates. WTF??? God help me. Of course he has torn apart every guy I’ve shown him.