Everything I try to do, nothing ever seems to turn out right.

(for those keeping track...the subject line is a song from the Decemberists)

Talked to Valerie tonight. She's not really interested in dating anyone. Which is very cool. It was one date, and some phone calls. She said it wasn't me, I'm fun to talk to.

I try.

The thing I hate about a situation like this, is the oddness it presents. For myself it would just seem odd to hang out as friends. Am I the only person that is this way? I mean, even after one date, it seems odd to me. The point of a date is to see if you can develop a relationship that is something more than a friendship. Once you cross that line, it's hard to see it differently. Am I making sense here? I've had many dating experiences where either myself or the girl decide that it shouldn't go on. But we'll be friends. Then it just kind of dies. I always feel bad too. They are nice people, really nice people. But, it just ends. Maybe I'm the wierd one.

Anyway, I'm going to spend the rest of the night feeling a little down, a little sorry for myself. Start tomorrow as my usual chipper self. At least I met a really cool, intelligent person from this. Maybe I'll actually try to stay friends with her. Make an effort.

Crazy, fire chick at Welch Ave. Station, here I come!

(That above is just a joke...it's funny. Laugh.)