I’m trying not to be too hard on myself about this. Really.

The super-neato boy has a super-neato girlfriend.

::sigh::

Yeah, okay, so I was very disappointed. Very. But, what can you do?

Actually, I have an answer to that question. I could have continued on with flirting over e-mail, no biggie, whatever. Just hovered in the background. (Reminds me of “Gone with the Wind,” when Mammy tells Scarlett she shouldn’t go to Atlanta to visit Melanie. Mammy knows Scarlett’s true intentions..: You know what trouble I’s talking about. I’s talking about Mr. Ashley Wilkes. He’ll be coming to Atlanta when he gets his leave - and you sittin’ there waitin’ for him jes’ like a spider.)

For some reason, that game doesn’t sound like fun anymore. It actually sounds a little sleazy.

Maybe I just finally learned my lesson. A boy with a girlfriend is tantamount to a boy with a wedding ring. And what the hell would I want with a boy who couldn’t be faithful to his girlfriend? As if that would change if suddenly I were his girlfriend? Not.

So, whatever, life marches on. The only difference between tomorrow and, say, April 29th, is the date.

A little pouty,

michelle