I suppose I am not surprised...

So, today, Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006, I was talking to a guy whom I met for coffee about a month ago, whom I thought was interested in dating me. And whenever I tried to get him to do something, he said that he was too busy. But I guess I know the truth today... About a week ago, he said he wasn't proud of having had sex (random sex) with someone, and today, he went on a date, and he wants to cry because the guy dissed his Greek heritage. And he told me that he needed time, and that I had to be patient with him. Oh yeah, I am going to be patient with him, so he can go and date other people. I wanted to bloody have dinner, movie and a coffee with him on Valentine's Day, and he turned me down, saying he was too busy. What's this crap about how he's too stressed and has lots of work? He went on a bloody date tonight! You could have had a golden guy, but you chose the jerk that dissed your heritage. Though no one deserves to have their heritage dissed, my sympathy for you just goes right out the window when you tell me I have to be patient with you, and how you're busy, when in the meantime you were just playing me.

On the other hand, I went and had a coffee with Roman after he saw a documentary. We had some good conversation. And I think he's into me, but I don't know. He gave me a hearty hug tonight. That's always good, and I invited him to a possible drinking thing on Thursday night. We'll see if it flies. I'm also afraid that Roman only sees me as a friend.

On comes the Willa.