Life is full of games. One of the most typical games that people have is the waiting game. Waiting to hear about a job. Waiting to get a new car. Waiting to move into a new house. Or, as I have come to realize, waiting for someone to call after going on a date.
Up until a couple of weeks ago, I had waited 23 years to go on a date. After waiting for a rather long time, I finally did not have to wait anymore. The dating gods sent me a very nice guy to go on a first date with. And, might I add, it was a great date!
Now, after a casual couple of drinks for date number 2, I sit, waiting. There was no definite plans made for date number 3, and while I thought the conversation flowed pretty nicely and had fun, how the hell am I supposed to know what he is thinking? I mean, overanalyzing is what I do best, but, why do I have to sit around and wait? And, mind you, I am not sitting like a bump on a log and doing nothing, but it just is such a crappy feeling to not hear anything when you've had 2 pretty good dates. Waiting = shitty. I'll keep you all posted.
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