Great day: Good discussion with landlord, awesome deal on new car insurance policy, played with kitty, did dishes (so, so many dishes), dropped off recycling, picked up things at WM, bought new work pants and new hot-date-jeans, did laundry, went to Kroger, got gas, unloaded everything and put it away, got dressed for hot date.
Then… No hot-date. My belated birthday dinner with cop friend fell through because of the surprisingly demanding nature of being a cop who works overnights. Not his fault in the least, just annoying. We’re not even technically dating and I am sitting here thinking, “Could I handle a lifetime of unexpected interruptions to any and all plans?” *sigh* On the one hand, I’m disappointed like any girl who put on her hot-date jeans and her hot-date perfume only to change into PJs and a bathrobe by 8pm. On the other, I’m thinking maybe it was the universe’s way of reminding me people who are dating go on dates, not people who are not dating. Better this way? Could be. I took a rain check anyway. On the bright side, I got more kitty time and did my homework.
As Rob Thomas would say, “She’s got a little bit of something, God it’s better than nothing.”
