So Sai bailed on our date last night. Like two hours before the show I had tickets to. With no backup in mind.
I told myself to get a backup and not to trust him.
But I told myself he's different, he wouldn't do that, he's not like all the other guys.
I had a hint when he did the whole "I might not make it the monday party" wishy washy thing, but I didn't put that together with the show that night...
My sister ended up at a hotel here in town for UEA so I went to join her for pizza and told her my predicament.
She tried to pawn me and my extra ticket on someone else. No takers. So she went with me.
Gee, that makes me feel so much better and wanted.
She's never really been the one to make me feel better about... anything, really.
She doesn't like Halloween and she doesn't understand my morbid humor.
I guess I just wanted to share this experience with someone who would appreciate it.
She texted a lot through it, but she didn't fall asleep this time. Accomplishments.
I was so excited for the show all day. I was having a good day. I even texted Sai that morning to confirm we were still on for that night. He said yeah.
Then two hours before the show I was like crying because I just felt so... rejected.
Work is always the scapegoat with the single ppl. They don't have much else to save them.
It was hard to get excited about the show again.
It was a mostly bitter sweet experience before depression sets in.
A guy that said yes to me with no intention of contacting me, a guy that got my phone # and seemed fully interested in me, actually showed up to the first date, then got an idea of who I am, said yes to a few more invitations and then bailed last second on both.
I don't think I can take another rejection right now. Maybe next year.
These boys will never see the tears their lies invoke.
Does it even matter anymore? Does any of this even matter?
I think I can officially declare this a bad week.
My water heater is still leaking. The week isn't over yet.
I just want to hide in my room and not speak to anyone for awhile.
I'm tired of the lies.
I think I'm done with people for now. Boys mostly.
PMS = Pissed at Men Syndrome.
And we all know I'll never hear from him again. Poof. Like we never met a week ago.
And if I contact him we all know it'll just be more lies, "we'll go next time", "I'll try", "I'll see if I can get out of work on time" blah blah blah
Screw it. Y'all suck.