I had a date last night. I had high hopes, but alas, it was a dud. He is cute- his pics are cute and he really was, BUT, ugh. He is tiny. I felt like a giant. Not a good feeling. I don’t know how to get out of it now. I am so bad at dating! There was also some language issues- that was a first for me. He has been in the US since high school, so like 20 years, but he still has a heavy accent and I feel like an idiot when I have to ask him to repeat himself. So many problems. He said he moved to NYC after a divorce in Cali. I would love to see what the wife looked like. I wonder if she was a giant, too. 😛
I have another guy that wants to meet this evening because he is going out of the country for 3 weeks this weekend. I don’t know how I will manage to get myself together since we have to stay late here today. I worked really hard on myself yesterday and was disappointed. I only met the dude for coffee and he wanted to walk. So after coffee we walked over to Riverside park and I guided us up to my building where I planned to peace out. He tried to get upstairs. Ugh. He said, “Do I get to meet Sophie?” Um, hell to the no? He followed me into my building and all the way to the fucking elevator. Jesus. I was all like bye, Felicia. Fuck. Did he really think I was going to let him come up to my apartment when I have known him for 2 hours??