So I had plans for tonight. I had, for the first time EVER in my life. Asked a guy out. Asked an amazing, hot, sweet, fantastic guy out. Actually made plans for dinner, using the actual phrase 'go out' lots in the conversation.
And astoundingly he said yes!
So I've been so excited for the last few days. Its exhausting. Literally.
Today was the big day. All he had to do was tell me what time he would finish work and we'd arrange meeting place/time from there. But considering recent arrangements I've had, and my propensity for the scummy side of man, I had a nagging paranoia that he would call to tell me he couldn't make it, or even worse, he wouldn't call at all.
See I have the theory that if you dont have high expectations you cannot be let down. I can't imagine how crushed I'd be right now if I didn't have that theory.
I'd like to send personal thanks to SR for all of his help. I'd be a blubbering, drunken mess without all of his preparations. Thanks to him I don't have the capacity to hurt. Instead I feel anger. I'm now an angry, jilted drunken mess. Much better.