Dating…sorta kinda

So I might be going on a date. I think. Maybe…or it might just be me hanging out with a coworker…maybe a few drinks, some bar snacks, nothing crazy.

What do white people do as first dates? I know I’ve read that they go on dinners and the such…but I live in the city, and this isn’t really a date, I don’t think…I can’t even remember how this started…ohhhh

DANERYS!!!! SHE couldn’t get the basketball tickets and so I had to rearrange my plans with him (I asked him to go to the game with me because I had no one else…it was not planned so stop shaking your head Denysha!).

So he tells me yesterday that I didn’t call him…I ask him, “Was I supposed to call you?” He goes, yeah you said you would (And I didn’t…I’m sure of that)…so last night I text him, “Was I supposed to call you later?” He texts me back, “Nah its all good”…so this morning I come in and he says, “You didn’t text me back…”

You should have seen the look on my face…I say, “Was I supposed to text you back??”

So you see…I have no idea what’s going on! And I think I’m doing the right thing. And I did want to text him back, but what do you say to something like that?


That would have been a waste of a text message. No?

And then he goes, I was going to call you, but I didn’t know if you were busy or not…

Well if he’d called…he would have found out. So I said, “I’m always busy.” But then was like, “Not really, you should have called.”

Then I say, “I think we’re gonna need a rule book…cuz this is getting too complicated.”

And I still don’t know where we’re going or what we’re doing. But I am definitely down for a drink tonight!!