Saturday, November 19, 2011
I wonder, wonder, wonder who wrote the book of love because I'd like to hit him over the head with it.
I had a great date with this guy, I mean the best first date I've ever, ever had. We had great conversation, a lot in common, and definite chemistry. The goodnight kiss was smoking hot and everything I had to walk away, but I know the dangers of jumping into that particular pool. So why hasn't he called? It's been a week and I have accepted that he is not gonna call, but I would sure like to know why.
I imagine I'm not the only one that asks that question. It's probably the most common question women ever ask, maybe a few men. The pursuit of the eternal logic of unforseen conclusions, why does it go well and then nothing. I could understand if it had been bad, boring, lackluster, but it was good. I know it, I swear it.
Dating has begun to feel like a no win situation. Bad date means no call back, good date means no call back. Then what is the point.
Have no fear, friends, I am not giving up. This is just a rant and I'm sure there are a thousand more out there being typed as I spell these words. I've been in love and I'll be in love again. I'm an optimist at heart and in my heart. I just wish I was legally justified to commit a small act of vandalism.