I'm okay. I'm not in any grave danger.
After over a year of being single, I had a wonderful date and wonderful time with a wonderful girl last night, and was on absolutely cloud nine all last night and this morning. I thought that things were finally turning around for poor Patel.
Today, I am told that last night was a "mistake," she needs some "time to think," and in any case she's moving to Hawaii in a month. Yes, Hawaii.
"Gutted" does not even begin to describe my emotional state right now. I feel like Charlie Brown and the motherfucking football. I am strongly questioning why I continue to try to date ever. I just want to curl up and die, but instead I'll go play WoW. 48 is within sight, and I need an achieveable life goal.