The guy from the other night, the one I liked, has not been in touch. I guess I was wrong about that hug . . . must’ve been tequila-induced.
The Professor hasn’t been in touch about our date this weekend. Not sure how that’s going to pan out.
Met a guy yesterday from Match. He took me to lunch. He was kinda funny, but I was not attracted. He kept checking me out, like he was sizing up a steer coming up for bid at an auction. Ick.
Today is my last day on Match. I emailed a few of the men I’d been in contact with to let them know about my departure and to give them my personal email. I don’t feel in the least bit anxious about leaving Match. If I didn’t have a “what if?” thought in the back of my mind (as in, what if my Mr. Right comes along tomorrow and I miss him by five minutes?) I’d just nix the whole dating scene. But, I hate wondering “what if?” so I’ll leave myself open to the possibilities.