So, the one date I went on Sunday was meeeeeh, no chemistry at all.
Last night was better, but she's been blowing up my phone with texts and shit today. I kind of like her but I don't really dig her THAT much. Guess I'm gonna let her know it's not happening. Ugh.
I'm half tempted to just shut shit down and worry about this nonsense later this year after I've lost a bunch more weight- still making slow but steady progress there, and I haven't even joined a gym yet, which I will soon. Also, a friend I haven't seen in 7 years is in town this weekend, there's a bunch of work bullshit going on, and next weekend I'm driving up to Cooperstown with my best friend to see Maddux, Glavine and wife beatin' Bobby Cox all get inducted into the baseball Hall of Fame. In short, I have no free time for the next several weeks, so of course this is when several hot women have just messaged me asking about going out. For the love of fuck.