But, you know. . .
It does suck that unless they think they're going to get laid, guys don't want to get to know me or spend time with me.
I was so uncomfortable and I could tell he was, too. I hated every second of it. But, I don't ever have to do it again, and it's over now. Just so icky. Icky flicky. The residuals of Wednesday's open night fiasco. But, the alternative was to let him think that this was a date and pretend that I was interested in him that way.