I hate the days I feel like a needy chick. It makes me want to do something drastic and irrational. Like text someone in a snarky, sarcastic- almost bitchy- way. I don't because it would perpetuate the 'needy chick' stereotype. And because, contrary to popular belief, I try not to burn bridges.
Needless to say, things aren't progressing as I had hoped with the guy from Hershey. I called him on Thursday. We chatted for half an hour. I thought it was a great conversation. He said he'd call me at the end of the weekend or the beginning of the week. By Tuesday night, no call. I really thought he'd call. Now I doubt myself that I misread our conversation, misconstrued what he said when we met, misinterpreted... everything. And it's left me miserable.
I guess what I am reluctant to admit is that I am indeed a needy chick. These feelings of self-doubt and worthlessness would subside with one phone call. Actually, a voicemail message would do it to. Even a text message. I've had such a busy week that I barely have time to set up a date. But I'd like an offer. The idea of a future date would keep me going for a long time. It's kept me going for years now, hasn't it?
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