Dashed Upon a Meeting

As I sit in my chair at home and see that it's nearly midnight, my mind replays the events that took place earlier this evening. I search to find exactly where things didn't fit as well as I hoped they might. Though I was reluctant, I was hoping that this date, if for nothing else, would result in another friend for me. When he just sat in the back of the car and didn't walk me to the door, I kept down the feelings of disappointment and hurt. Blind dates are always a gamble, right?

In the end, I did enjoy myself. Dinner was great, and just spending time with these people was a nice change of pace for me. I have always enjoyed going on dates because of the new perspective I gain about life and the people around me. I hope the other couple enjoyed themselves as much as I did or more.

I don't think of myself as an overly picky person. The guy I went on this date with was pleasant and friendly but apparently things weren't supposed to go anywhere. Even though I didn't think things went well, I wish my former date luck with things and hope that he can find something that engages him. Well, I must pick myself up from feeling dashed and know that tomorrow is another day and life will go on.