Follow me through my climb out of the pits of breakup depression into the beautiful sunlight of independence and self-confidence... It might be a long journey, but hey, what else do you have to do????

Sunday, February 05, 2006

What is wrong with me???

OK, so by the absence of posts, you probably figured out that me and Pit Guy were talking again. He got his apartment and I helped him move in. We were getting along pretty well Sunday through Wednesday night. He even started talking again about how we were gonna be together forever. Well, Today is Sunday and I haven't seen him since Wednesday night when I helped him move. I haven't heard from him since Saturday at 1pm when he called to ask me out to eat with his family. He said he would call me back....never did... I just don't get it. I don't know what I do soo wrong that the guy who says he loves me doing the week can't take me out on the weekend. I mean, what's sooo wrong with me? He didn't feel good Friday so he said he would call me. I sat at home until he called at 10:30 to tell me he had a headache and that he was going to bed. He told me to call him Saturday morning. I waited for his call until 8:30 and then I decided I wasn't waiting around anymore. I got dressed and went to the NV Nightclub Lounge. Yeah, I'm not a solo bar goer but I needed to get out. Do something... but you know, I never get approached at a bar. There I was setting all by myself and no one approached me. I did meet one guy who was really nice and asked me why I was setting in a bar alone... I told him I was stood up by my boyfriend. He said I didn't look like someone who should be stood up. He was nice and we exchanged numbers but there is no love connection there. Just a nice friend possiblity. Kimberly Caldwell from American Idol performed that night. I left there a little after midnight and was in bed by 1am. Still never received a call. Still haven't today and it's 5:30pm. Why is it that I am not worth a weekend? Am I that bad of a person? I just don't get it... Of course, hurt me once, shame on you, hurt me twice, shame on me.... It's my fault. He is the guy his friends say he is. I guess I wasn't living in reality when I heard him telling me all the good stuff about me. Go figure. Well, I'm gonna hit the single market and have fun.... Screw this sh*t!!!