Yes, and it would seem to be about three days.<\/p>\n
\nYou know how I said last Friday, “I’m not sure how long this feeling will last, but I intend to groove on it for as long as it does”? Remember that? (If you don’t, go re-read last Friday’s entry.)<\/p>\n
Well, now I know how long it was slated to last.<\/b><\/p>\n
Can you see where this is going?<\/p>\n
Yup. Miss Cool & Cute turned out to be Miss Fucked-up & Flaky.<\/b><\/p>\n
I’m at home last night, geeking and tweaking stuff on my new system, when she pops online and sends me a message. “Cool deal,” I think to myself. She’d called me on Saturday afternoon to say Monday wouldn’t work for a second date, but she’d let me know after she checked out her work schedule. No biggie. Stuff happens and plans can always be adjusted.<\/p>\n
Or so I thought.<\/b><\/p>\n
Without even a “hello,” she’s telling me she can’t see me again. Of course, I ask why, since things seemed to be heading in a slightly different direction just a few days ago. It seems she “met somebody else.”<\/p>\n
“HUH?!?”<\/b><\/p>\n
Okay, she and I weren’t going to get married or anything like that. We were planning to properly hook up, go to a love hotel and fuck each other senseless.<\/p>\n
At least, that was the plan.<\/b><\/p>\n
But it seems she met somebody on Saturday night that she just has to spend the rest of her life with.<\/p>\n
……………………….<\/b><\/p>\n
I wrote all the above text last night, right after my conversation with Miss Flake. I’d thought it was going to be a great ranting topic, but I ran out of steam and was about to start going in circles, so I stopped writing. I talked to a friend about the whole thing last night, and agreed with her that the flake wasn’t really worth the frustration I was feeling over the whole situation. I decided to sleep on it and see if I wanted to keep ranting this morning.<\/p>\n
Obviously, I don’t.<\/b><\/p>\n
So, I’ll just end this post with one final thought.<\/p>\n
I wouldn’t mind her flaking out nearly as much (or at all) if I’d gotten to fuck her.<\/b><\/p>\n
(Fine. I’m a pig. Sue me. But she did have a cute ass.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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