Stud to Dud

The Lawyer is officially out of the picture. What a disappointment. He asked me out for a Friday before I had to do some traveling, then ditched last minute because he was "sick" and "busy." Hmph. I can take a hint.

Then while I was on my trip, he sent a one liner of "how are you," only to follow it up with another one liner "when are you back," to not respond at all when I told him I'd be back. I thought for a second there that our crab-cake-eating-boob-looking affair was back on, but mmmmmm, not so much. Now, I'm over it. Truth is, I was never really taken by it all but still, what a dud. ...And furthermore, what was wrong? I hate that. I hate not knowing. Now I have the luxury of wondering if he thought I was fat when he finally saw me naked...or what? What was it?! Damn him.

Anyway, Mr. Brookline has been IMing and emailing me all last week and this week but he's too busy to get together during the week so we have a date set for Sunday this weekend. Seems nice, but I'm not getting my hopes up. No way Jose.

Let's chant:

I will not be bitter
I will not be a spinster
I will not be a bitter spinster
I will not be bitter
I will not be a spinster
I will not be a bitter spinster...