This week was looking good...

But my date for Friday just canceled, saying he needed to reschedule, but didn't know when. Bah. I have a date tomorrow, so there's that.

I'm still waiting for the half-English/half-Indian doctor to get back to me. He's being a bit coy, first asking for my number, then not calling. Then telling me he left a message (really? He must have called the wrong number), and would really love to get together later this week. I suggested Sunday, and haven't heard back from him. Come on - he contacted me! How hard is it to respond?

I'm getting a little anxious with these wishy-washy men. They are getting in the way of my success!

Makes me think I should have just kissed the absolutely adorable 25-year old I was hanging out with on Saturday just to get an extra date in the count. Not a planned date, but it met with all the other criteria - hanging out over 2-hours, would be really easy to get his number...there are other complications there however. I promised myself I would stay away from sailors.