breaking hearts
today, the sound engineer dude texted me. he said that he was back from his trip and asked me how i was and how was work. i knew he wanted to get together. i had some time to think about it, and i decided i didn’t want to go on another date with him. pity dates are no fun, and not fair to the other party. i thought about it for a minute, and then responded saying that my trip was fun too, and that it was cool if he wanted to hang out again, but only as friends. he responded saying he was glad that my trip went well and that he didn’t know about hanging out with me as just a friend.
dot dot dot. that’s the part that sucks about dating. that’s why i don’t even like to call it dating or even like the whole premise of dating. i think the high school kids have it right when they call it a “group hang”. totes magotes. that’s what i want to do from now on. just be chill on the ones and twos.
