We were supposed to go out to lunch this afternoon. He said noonish. He said he'd call me. It's almost three. He is not calling. I gave up and ate something around one. Watched Murphy Brown.
My internet connection was down until a half an hour ago. I still held out a little hope he might have sent me an email. But no dice. Time to give up.
...Even though he told me how amazing kissing me felt. And that during his class the next day he wanted to turn to his students and ask them, "Has anyone ever had just like an amazing make out session?" And the sex we had on the third date, according to him, was amazing as well. We fucked. You liked it. So you're busy. Take a minute out of your day to give me a call. Asshole.
I'm going on a date tonight with a former football player. Nice enough. Polite. He can form complete sentences. He's tall. Muscular. Maybe we'll get along. Probably not, but maybe.
Dating is heart breaking.
3:01 p.m. - 2007-02-15
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