Truth is...

I asked a guy out yesterday evening. How big a deal is it? Pretty big in my books since it was my first time.

I guess I did set myself up for failure since it was very last minute.

But it got me bad. I know, it was not a rejection but it did get me thinking and not in the best terms about myself.

My first reaction was to stop all future personal communications with him. And to delete him off my phone to prevent any further embarrassment to myself.

But I stopped myself after deleting the correspondences. Why must I see it as a bad thing? There is nothing wrong or embarrassing with asking anyone out.

And he responded no different from my gurlfriends. Except that he did not suggest an alternative catch up which, I admit, I read into too much.

But waking up this morning did not help to ease the discomfort. I know, why am I still thinking about it? Why am I even blogging about it?

Because I am miserably smitten. And I cannot seem to set my mind on anything else. Which goes against all of my care-not, independent, dance to your own tune, "I am happy being single" ways.

But I will... no, I must put a sock in it and move on.

Now *ah hem* where were we?

Here's to the weekend...