My Dating Life

As only Harry and Brian know, I went on a date with a guy. He was pretty nice. I would have gone out with him again if it hadn't been for the fact that he wanted me to go to his house. With nobody else home. I refused, and he got so mad that it was funny. And scary. But mostly pathetic. Here's a sample of how he closed his letter to me. All spelling and grammer errors are his:

"We discussed being scared about life and things and I told you that you wereright and I was wrong about it. But NOW you are AFRAID of me for whatreason. You either trust me or you don't....."

That's scary. But he told me in his next email that he wasn't going to try anything for another "two dates."

That's my dating life. Going nowhere fast. Don't care much for boys anyway (though I do hold a special place in my heart for the only one I actually care about; you know who you are.)

By the way, that reminds me. On the way home from work, I saw a kid that I thought might have been you. He had the same shirt and everything! Well, the same color, at least. Almost crashed into a tree trying to find out if it was you. It wasn't.

Drive safely.

Roo