My friends in Utah are having a Date Night next Friday. They’re all going to dinner and then to the opening premiere of “Stardust.” I was so disappointed that I’m not able to go, because movies and evenings out have become a rarity with the Pleth since the kids started cropping up (love all of my pseudo nieces and nephews, but they did change our fun-loving times).

So I decided to recreate my own Date Night here and asked a boy from my church to be my date. Or rather, I called him on the phone and left a message. A very nice, friendly, nonthreatening, nonfreaky message. And I haven’t heard a peep since then.

Yep.

This is why I just love all of this. It’s a dinner and a movie. I’m not proposing. I’m not confessing my undying love. I’m asking for male company to talk about geeky things like fantasy and books, to eat Indian food, to find out a little more about the people that I associate with. That’s it. And all I want is an answer. Yes/No. I accept apologies, regrets, even “I don’t wanna because I think you’re lame.” I don’t accept silence. And seeing as I already asked this same guy out in April and got turned down… well, I guess it’s just time to accept defeat.

Luckily, I’ve kept my senses about me this time; while he seemed like a nice guy and I’ve enjoyed being around him, he also had some of the same characteristics like Oliver…very charismatic, funny, and flirty with everybody and I certainly learned my lesson with Oliver to be very wary.

So anybody wanna be my date on Friday? *sigh*

ETA: shirerain are you still reading LJ at all? I’ve tried to run into you on AIM a few times but haven’t seen you. And I’ve missed you and have been thinking about you. I hope you are okay.