reasons why i find dating difficult.

I don’t think I should have to justify why I can’t go out this Thursday night. I have class. (I mean, in all fairness, I do what I want.) Is that an all night class? Cause that’s lame. Actually, Ballplayer, it ends at 8:40, which makes it 2.5 hours. Which means I will have been at the office already that day for somewhere around 9 hours. Which means I don’t want to drive to the middle of nowhere to a bonfire when I have to be at work the next morning at 8 am. You keep turnin me down I might start to take it personally. Just trying to get through work and school, my friend. My bad. I’m just gonna give you a hard time but it would be a lie if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed you aren’t gonna come. Little sensitive there. (Yes, people, I actually typed that in a text message to a guy.)

Next I got, consecutively:

It’s okay. I’ll try again sometime unless you don’t want me to.

Have I given you a hard enough time yet?

Sorry I’m done.

Mind you I edited each of these in typing them here and responded only after the last one with a Hey Ballplayer, I’m sorry, I’m working on a paper right now.

This morning at brunch at Adriana’s, I asked the roommate, “Do you think I was rude to The Nice Guy?” He had sent me a text last night that said, Harper looked bad, and my response was, naturally, I thought he looked good. And as I was sitting there in the light of day reading the sports section where it didn’t blame Harper for our loss but instead, the offensive line, I thought, it’s just so typical for fans to blame the quarterback. (The Ballplayer had too.)

I didn’t hear from The Nice Guy again. “You think that was mean?” I had asked and the roommate assured me no, it was not. “But why do you even care?” she asked. She knows I don’t.

Meanwhile I hold my breath.