The long wait

 I am not sure which sucks worse: waiting for a guy you like to call, or getting a page and a half single spaced typed letter from a guy you only dated a week.  Yes folks, I may have a stalker who uses the usps to make me feel uncomfortable and slightly dirty. Saying that I wasn't ready for a relationship, ignoring the phone calls, and repeating my stance via an email were apparently ineffective techniques in giving the guy the heave hoe. Did I mention that the envelope was addressed in red ink? I will save you the details, but needless to say I am glad I stayed G rated with this fellow. Way to go eharmony.

  As much as I hate to admit this,  I was that girl who repeatedly checked my cell for any messages or missed calls from t-shirt guy. So anti-feminist of me. In the end he did text me, but I am still not a fan of waiting. In the meantime I went out with the T again, which was fun, but I am not sure if we spark as much as I would like. Why is this so hard?

 Barb and I went out with her friend in Danville last night. What a different crowd. Vanilla Valley. The night consisted of drinking, dancing, her friend getting pushed into the band, me and Barb almost getting into a fight with some middle aged drunk couple, me giving a fake number, and ending the night with a debate with the bartender about Donovan's soccer skills. Oh what a night!