The pendulum swings again
I don't feel like working or smiling or eating or doing really all that much of anything.
Last Monday, I met this girl Michelle on the train and asked her out. We went out Tuesday morning for coffee and had an awesome time. She said that, like me, she moved to NYC last year and had little of the city's Christmas, so Tuesday night, only 10 hours after our first date, I called her and asked her to the Rockefeller Square tree lighting, and she said yes. Wednesday night we went all over the city and had an excellent time. We parted well, and I suggested we maybe do something this (past) weekend.
And that was that. Since then I have heard nothing from her. I tried calling Saturday evening, but got (and left) voicemail.
I was very happy all last week and now I don't even want to move. Why does this happen? Again and again? I am not unattractive, nor boorish in conversation. I was not pushy nor overbearing nor ungallant. I think that potentially it has nothing to do with me ... but then again I am always one to be paranoid about others' opinions of me, and so have analyzed Wednesday to death. We had made up (and both returned to) a rather amusing inside joke, she told me much of her folks, we discussed Christmas movies and holiday plans, and ...
[puts head in hands]
I'm so sick of all of this.
Last Monday, I met this girl Michelle on the train and asked her out. We went out Tuesday morning for coffee and had an awesome time. She said that, like me, she moved to NYC last year and had little of the city's Christmas, so Tuesday night, only 10 hours after our first date, I called her and asked her to the Rockefeller Square tree lighting, and she said yes. Wednesday night we went all over the city and had an excellent time. We parted well, and I suggested we maybe do something this (past) weekend.
And that was that. Since then I have heard nothing from her. I tried calling Saturday evening, but got (and left) voicemail.
I was very happy all last week and now I don't even want to move. Why does this happen? Again and again? I am not unattractive, nor boorish in conversation. I was not pushy nor overbearing nor ungallant. I think that potentially it has nothing to do with me ... but then again I am always one to be paranoid about others' opinions of me, and so have analyzed Wednesday to death. We had made up (and both returned to) a rather amusing inside joke, she told me much of her folks, we discussed Christmas movies and holiday plans, and ...
[puts head in hands]
I'm so sick of all of this.