The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (my Czech hairstyle)
Good news: David, the French guy, and I went on date #2. He also emailed me the day after our first date to say that he had a good time and to clarify his thoughts on relationships. And it was he who suggested date #2. I'm pointing this out because it takes a hell of a lot of restraint on my part to avoid seeming overly interested and therefore desperate and scary.
I did, however, write to him today to say that I enjoyed date #2 and he responded with a friendly note. I think we'll get together again next week. The problem is that he's just so damn busy and, also, he doesn't want a relationship yet, which is rather unsettling to me.
Bad news: I feel like I'm on the brink of getting very depressed. I have a four-day weekend and no plans. My birthday is Wednesday. Caroline has left for three weeks of camp. I'm not so far off from that special time of the month. And, yes, I am afraid that I'm falling for someone who just wants to be pals.
Anyway, I'm going to try to use my next few days well. I will let someone fix up my disgusting Czech mullet (the result of not speaking the same language as my hair stylist), open a new bank account, do some shopping at Tesco or the Hypernova, and majorly clean my apartment.
I've also put out some feelers in the hopes of meeting up with some friends and keeping myself socially preoccupied. I've also emailed Dirk so that I have someone to talk to about some of the minutiae that I wouldn't burden most people with.
The next 5-6 days are going to be brutal, but I'm bracing myself.
I did, however, write to him today to say that I enjoyed date #2 and he responded with a friendly note. I think we'll get together again next week. The problem is that he's just so damn busy and, also, he doesn't want a relationship yet, which is rather unsettling to me.
Bad news: I feel like I'm on the brink of getting very depressed. I have a four-day weekend and no plans. My birthday is Wednesday. Caroline has left for three weeks of camp. I'm not so far off from that special time of the month. And, yes, I am afraid that I'm falling for someone who just wants to be pals.
Anyway, I'm going to try to use my next few days well. I will let someone fix up my disgusting Czech mullet (the result of not speaking the same language as my hair stylist), open a new bank account, do some shopping at Tesco or the Hypernova, and majorly clean my apartment.
I've also put out some feelers in the hopes of meeting up with some friends and keeping myself socially preoccupied. I've also emailed Dirk so that I have someone to talk to about some of the minutiae that I wouldn't burden most people with.
The next 5-6 days are going to be brutal, but I'm bracing myself.