I suppose that I fucked up. I’m not sure what it was, but I’ve done something horrible. Well, it could be a few things now that I think of it. I’m just not good at this relationship stuff. Whatever it is, I’m sure it was my fault. And of course, I’m sorry, because it could have been a good thing.
Sigh…the Hungarian called. Why is it that the guys you don’t want are the ones who call? I am having a bout of strength, and I’m going to call him and tell him that there is no chemistry with him. Wish me luck.