Friends First

My inbox tonight included the following message from my Friday night date:

"When do you get back from Denver? One of my buddies that I haven't seen in months just wrote that he can get together on Wednesday night. Not Tuesday, not Thursday, Wednesday. I leave for Puerto Rico on the 3rd, let me know when our calendars match up."

Without a "sorry" or "hope you understand" I was stood up for my Wednesday night date. His casual attitude about our fourth date makes me think that this relationship might be doomed before it begins.

I am not quite ready to give up on this one, but I am also not too optimistic.

Away from Home

Tonight my date asked me what it was like living "away from home." It is an interesting question because it is something I think about all the time yet don't have the words to describe the feeling. I miss my friends- yes spicy j- I miss you the most. I miss having the option of calling someone up at the last minute for happy hour. Not that I did that too often, but at least back home I had the option. Here, my friends are few and far between and while I have been dating quite a bit, sometimes, like tonight, it makes me feel more lonely than if I had just stayed home by myself in the first place.

So, tonight's date wasn't crazy or offensive like the dates I have written about in the past. He is a nice guy, someone who makes me laugh and can tell a really good story. We have been out three times and, if he stays true to his word, we will have a fourth date next week. But, I don't know, there was something sad about being left at the door on a Friday night.