I gave the puppy my number and we had a great first date.
I agreed to see him at the lake that weekend. We hung out for a bit, I got distracted with friends as did he. I went to bed early. Had to deal with some unwelcome advances. Went home.
He made me dinner the following Tuesday and it was nice. But.
I am just not feeling it. And I am dreading the inevitable...you're great but...
I had fun, but...
Ugh. This is why I much prefer the single life.