Still fighting sleep.
Despite the fact that I have gone on a date and am doing it again tomorrow night, it doesn't feel like a date. Maybe because this is how we're getting to know each other. Maybe the word 'date' would mean something if we already knew each other. I'm not sure I'm into him.
Don't get me wrong. He's nice, and I enjoy talking to him, once we get past the awkward starting point. But I don't feel anything towards him. At all.
Maybe I'm too much of an introvert to form new relationships.
This shit takes effort.
I don't feel like going out tomorrow night. I just want to stay home and do nothing more than shower and fold laundry.
And it's supposed to be cold tomorrow night. This thing is outside.
The warmest thing I have is a light jacket.
Maybe I have something in my car? I wasn't exactly thing this far into the future when it came to packing.
I also thought I'd have easier access to my stuff.
Instead, it's kinda scattered.
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