My previous FR was about a girl I met that works at the gym I go to. We went running earlier today and after the run I asked if she would like to go out for dinner later. She says yes and now I have a date.

Well I go to dinner and she doesn't frikin show up. I'm all dressed up looking nice all by myself seated at a table made for two. It even has frikin flowers in the middle, this is a nice restaurant. After waiting 30 minutes I call the waitress over tell her the deal. She is really cool and says I can get a drink or two on the house at the bar. Well that's the best damn news I've heard in a while so I down two glasses of scotch. Bartender was awesome and we have another glass. I don't pay a dime but I tip the waitress and bartender $5 each. Waitress even came over and talked with me at the bar for a couple minutes.

I left the restaurant about 6 hours ago (I stayed out drinking, no luck) and I'm back at my house. I decided to take a picture of myself and send it to the girl because I'm drunk and even if she has a good reason I'm moving on. I thought y'all might like the picture so here it is. I put on my best sad face. In case you are wondering, yes, photography is one of my hobbies and that is a self portrait framed perfectly.

Enough bitching. Here's to Friday night and new opportunities.