So I’m still feeling like a bit of a loser. By ‘bit’, I of course mean one of the biggest losers ever. And yet, I still can’t say with any certainty that I won’t ever contact him again. I hate when I get like this.
Mr. Vacation texted me a couple times today from his trip. He’s just not very flirty, so it didn’t cheer me up much.
I cancelled dinner with friends tonight as who the hell wants to hang out with a total wet blanket.
I considered, several times today, texting Red (my Tinder lunch date from last week) to see what he was doing tonight. Nope, not so we can go out for drinks. Not so we could go out for dinner. So that I could invite myself over and he could make me feel better about myself. I haven’t done anything like that since college. When I used to have some self esteem. And was able to date (or not) just like a guy.
2 things stopped me from going through with texting him. Firstly, I’m too lazy to leave the house and certainly don’t want him coming over here. Faceless sex is exclusively for ‘away games’. The 2nd, and more important reason I didn’t do it was because I remembered his hands from lunch and that man is in DEFINITE need of a manicure. I mean, rough hands are good, but his hands were nasty!
Guess it’s just me, my dog, my Grey Goose & sodas (damn diet) and this lovely series on Showtime called Gigolos. Try to contain your jealousy.