week 3

if i were to grade it, it would have been pathetic 75. the first was fine. a good start. left a lot to be desired, but it was a thousand percent better than what it had been the past year.

Nicotina was good. nice. good food. great ambience. there was even an unwitting comedy show for the night. "and have a pleasant evening to you all". idiot... :D

sat on the same couch throughout dinner. almost too weird. after a while, it felt almost real. well... almost. except for the part where he was obviously distant.

pizza and pasta. the only thing missing was the fact that it ended too soon. who the hell goes home at 1030 on a saturday night? with a party to go to. our best friend's birthday to boot.

but hey, like i said, something is a helluva lot better than nothing. last week, for the sheer effort of going so far for the place, was an 85.

this week was the saddest yet. went home at the dawn breaking hour of 1130. only because we left at 945.

had a good dinner. firefighters. chicken wings. great food. but that's all it was. dinner. a chore. something to be done. we could have just had a meal at a mcdonald's for all the effort he put in the night.

"you're on probation", i reminded him. he's not acting it. he's a @#$@#. a d@mn self centered, immature, insensitive s*n *f a b!tch. why do i put up with it.

wanted to walk off those damn chicken wings. for some reason, he couldn't bear to go mainstream with me. damn insulting.

the icing on the cake was when he left me to cross the highway by myself. such an insensitive prick. at best, he didn't think. but isn't that the point? he didn't think. he just ran across the g*dd@mn street!

i'm sick and tired of this. screw him.