There are only a handful things that really make me mad. One of them is being stood up.
People wonder why I've only gone on one other date in 10 months.
The silver lining to all of this is, after work tomorrow I get to go to a big, drunken, debauchery-filled, punk-rock birthday party after work. Which would be infinitely better then getting stood up by a girl you thought might actually be worth getting to know*.
I should go to bed. I hate going to bed angry.
*This is not the rocking-awesome, however untouchable, Sarah Fist mentioned in previous posts. This would be a girl I met while I was spinning last Saturday night.
People wonder why I've only gone on one other date in 10 months.
The silver lining to all of this is, after work tomorrow I get to go to a big, drunken, debauchery-filled, punk-rock birthday party after work. Which would be infinitely better then getting stood up by a girl you thought might actually be worth getting to know*.
I should go to bed. I hate going to bed angry.
*This is not the rocking-awesome, however untouchable, Sarah Fist mentioned in previous posts. This would be a girl I met while I was spinning last Saturday night.