agnosticprophet

Girls must hate me. I'm concerned with someone who was supposed to call me so we could meet, and who seemed quite enthusiastic to start with, but who still has not called. Is it my punctuation? Am I too desperate? Not desperate enough? Ok. It's not very late.... Maybe she'll call later. I don't care so much, mainly because my terror of women has come up against my attraction to women, and honestly, they cancel each other out right at this moment. I have decided that if I don't go ahead and get over the nervousness, I am doomed to a girl-less existance. Bryan laughs at me, but I'd rather get a root canal than approach an attractive woman I don't really know. Ok. End of rant.
Update, Two Hours Later:
I was just being paranoid. My aquaintance had just forgotten to get the phone number from the e-mail before she came to Nashville.
Further Update:
I hate girls. Ok, that's not what I mean, but they are so frustrating sometimes...To make a long story short, I was invited into a situation that was apparently going to lead into a threesome, which was not what I was originally led to believe. Ok. Maybe someone just misunderstood by what I meant by "NO MEN" in my e-mail. Sorry to subject all you guys to this weirdness, but my life is regularly so dull that when I get the strong urge to document any of it, I really go with it. Thanks for being....uh... not publicly horrified...?