I like this guy. He seems nice.
We'll go out on a date. No problem there, right?
We could get some drinks.
Maybe go out dancing a bit. Sounds fun, doesn't it?
Well, on our date I was so nervous that I got wasted.
Shit got kinda crazy.
Like, REALLY crazy.
And we made out like idiots all over the place.
NOW HE HASN'T CALLED.
What should I do? Play it cool?
I waited five days and I still haven't heard from him.
FUCK THAT! We had a great time together! What's his problem?
So I called and left a friendly, upbeat voicemail message just to say hi because texting is for dorks.
Aaaaaaand, he didn't call back.
Great. Now I'm gonna be sick.
I should've let it go at that point, but I didn't. In a moment of weakness, I drunk emailed him something flirty. WTF is wrong with me?!?
Aaaaaand, he didn't write me back.
Oh god, I'm the worst! Why do I do this to myself?
Don't laugh. I feel like a bozo.
I know it's not the end of the world.
I'll be okay in a few days once I get my dignity back.
But I'm never going near alcohol, men, a telephone or a computer again.
That's a reasonable solution, right?