So, I mentioned a couple days ago that I had asked someone out, which is something I am not prone to do. I've been single for so long. Honestly, the thought of being in a relationship is so foreign to me, that I'm not sure I'd even be a good candidate for one. When you've been able to go home and plop on the couch or do your own thing for long periods of time, welcoming someone into that world isn't exactly a top priority.
Plus, dating brings out high levels of awkwardness and self-consciousness in me. I totally know I am my own worst enemy. I sent him an email yesterday to innocuously ask if we were still on for tonight and when he would be free, and he hasn't responded yet. Since it was on Facebook, I know he saw it at 7:15pm. So, of course, my mind is going to the worst possible place, that he doesn't want to go out with me, but he just doesn't have the guts to say something. It could very much be the case, which doesn't necessarily make me angry, but the lack of being able to say something does.
Oh well, if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. It'll hurt a little, but I'm not going to let it get me down too much. At least I asked, even though it was with some liquid courage.
Update 11:00am - Hopped on Grindr, and there he was. Sooooooooo, I guess that is an answer. Irritation level rising.
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