What I weird friday night.
I finally went out with the guy who stood me up, he insisted enough, but then I quickly realized he really wanted to go out as friends, and that the previous date was no date at all, still with some drinks on me I made my move and they guy said no, I felt like shit even though I kind of expected it, so what does a crushed, drunk guy do? hit up the first thing that appears of course, so I did, like an idiot. I end up going out of the club with this guy, and meeting his friends, I almost went home with him but sense came to me luckily, it was bright day already anyway, but then weird enough his friend was really into me, and I spend most of the morning with him talking, the guy was great, I really liked him... but as friend... he was really into me though, he invited me to dinner and everything, and I really don't want to lose contact, but I just wasn't into him, when we made out it felt like kissing my brother.
Life is so odd, it's like it said to me "well, did you like being rejected by the guy you liked so much?, here's the opportunity to do the same to someone else!". -_-