...is painful.
i'm not complaining. in fact, i was supposed to be at the hot chip show in cpark tonight, but opted out for the first night by myself in more than a month.
but maybe i underestimated the power of a reflective night alone. recent revelations:
1. my 37yo love has not returned email or fb poke. (i know, i know. who pokes?) he's in paris, but stillz. this may be the end of something that never was.
2. dude from last night has not messaged. i mean, was i really that bad? how long do i give him?
3. i have not cooked a meal in my apartment in over a month. my housewifery skills are dunzo.
4. wednesday night tv blows.
5. where the eff am i going to find my final two dates?
6. this leftover beer is surprisingly deeelish.
aw, would have loved to have you at Hot Chip, but totally understand the necessary night alone. And now that I've discovered this, it's like I am hanging out with you for weeks on end.
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