The Trouble of Dating

The trouble of dating is that you really do feel somewhat of a looser when you come home on a Friday night. It's not even 8. Your home. You don't have anywhere to go. You can't call your friends, and for sure they aren't going to be calling. And the worst thing about this is that I look carefully for any neighbors that might see me getting home and try to slip in the driveway unnoticed. Thankfully it was raining tonight and no one was watching (at least I hope not!)

You end up flipping on the tv and looking at the stuff they show on Friday nights. Or in my case, I'm finding that rented DVD and hitting the sofa, turning the volume up, maybe pull a beer or glass of wine out of the fridge and just crash there.

[sigh]