this effing sucks

I'm being such a girl.

Had a date last Saturday with very cool guy. Best date I have had in a while, mostly due to fact that I felt like we were just really good friends on the date and then oh he was lovely to kiss as well. And now it is Tuesday at 6p, and I am starting to feel anxious that I haven't heard from him yet. Which is cruel irony, given that I would be like oooh, hmm, er. . . if I HAD heard from him by now. But the twilight is beginning to fade, thus the creeping levels of anxiety. Let's weigh the goods and bads, shall we? Such fun!

good: called me 3 times last week before date to talk and chat and whatnot
bad: this was before the date
good: borrowed a CD to listen to (has to effing give it back, right?)
bad: said, "I'll see you later" as part of his goodbye, and no future plans were made
good: I didn't do anything I regret
bad: well, lookit that! I can't think of another bad. And what a good, uh, good to end it on!

Bottom line is, will try to take it not to personally if nothing doing. Dating is bloody exhausting. I'd like to skip straight to cheating on my husband, please.

And lastly: on an unrelated note, you cannot deny that this post is rather Christmas-y.