Well, it appears that I won't be having a date this week, after all. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
I'm not going to go off on a rant against men. I know plenty of perfectly nice men. Sure, most of them are married or otherwise attached, and therefore unavailable to me as actual dates, but they're nice. So I KNOW there are nice guys out there. Why then, do I only get the assholes?
What happened? Well, nothing. After HIS request to open communication, HIS request to "Fast Track," HIS "call me sometime," HIS "let's meet in person next week," HIS "Wednesday would be good for me, call me and let's work out details," he has been completely incommunicado since Monday night. Arrrgh! He has not returned my (requested) phone call of Tuesday evening. He has not responded to a follow-up "hi, what's up?" email. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
I'm miffed. I'm not devastated or heartbroken--after all, I had no real emotional stake in this. I don't even know the guy. He doesn't know me. I'm not taking this personally. I'm not even really disappointed (low expectations bring low disappointment). I'm just...peeved. On behalf of people everywhere who do what they're going to do when they say they're going to do it, on behalf of people who have actual manners--I'm peeved. For cryin' out loud, grow a pair and return a phone call with a quick "something suddenly came up." (Thank you, Marcia Brady! Hee.) I would also accept an email blow-off, and I don't even care what it says. "I'm too busy with work right now to date." "I'm just not feeling this." "I am too intimidated by how incredible you seem to be." Just something so that I don't feel like I've been left hanging. Have some modicum of respect for others--be a MAN.
Oh, well. I guess Dr. Meil Mlark Marren forgot, when he was plunging the depths of our 29 levels of compatibility, to check for that. Thanks, Doc. You're doin' great so far!
On the brighter side--today is Day 100!!!! Yay, me! I can't believe I've stuck it out this long, and I can't believe I'm actually sort of enjoying incorporating exercise into my daily life. I am a little worried about what's going to happen when I next decide to do a show--how will I fit it all in? But I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, and enjoy the ride for now. It's strange--I feel so much better now, and yet I didn't think I really felt bad before. I wasn't having any specific health problems in relation to being overweight--my blood pressure, blood sugar and cholesterol were all okay, if not optimal. But I have more spring in my step now. I feel...kinda bouncy. Hee. And while I haven't checked my blood sugar or cholesterol levels, I've been checking my blood pressure at the free machine at the drugstore across the street, and it's just dropping right on down. It's great to see tangible health results, in addition to the looser clothes!
I am also pleased to report that I did the "Dance Party" video again last night, and I was MUCH better with the moves. Am I still a dork? Well, yeah...but so is everyone else on the video. They're dorky moves. We're "raising the roof." We're doing the John Travolta disco finger pointing. We're "hitchhiking" with our thumbs. It's dorky. But it's fun.
The best news of all today is that Dolly, after a mysterious absence of two days, has returned home. I don't know where she was. McBeady didn't seem to know, either. He hung around the house like a lost soul the whole time she was MIA. My theory is that they had a fight, and she needed some time alone to cool off. Either that or she caught him with some young pussy. Pussy cat! Pussy CAT! Hee. Or maybe I've got it backward. Maybe she was off spending time with that handsome orange boy who's been hanging around lately. You go, Dolly! Only, if you please, do you philandering a little closer to home--I worry about you. Thanks.
Have a great weekend, everyone. Think of me tonight when I can't get off the couch, too stuffed with celebratory cheese to move!