This part of the story can be summed up in 3 little words.
He. Didn’t. Call.
So don’t waste your time reading further. That’s the story folks.
Why are you still reading? Waiting for me to share the complete and total mortification of waiting by the phone night after night?
That’s a bit evil.
But I got you.
If you need to remind yourself of the blind date that comprises part 1 of the story you’ll find that here.
To sum up: He’s cute, funny and mature and I’m in love.
Shall we go to 17 year old Rachel’s journal to see what happened next? Go’on then.
This is but a small glimpse of the level of date analysis that happened. What did it mean when he said that or looked at me this way;
and on and on and on and on…
Any other experience with boys I had had up until that point was them thinking I was perfect and amazing and stopping just short of telling me they’d die for me. It was all very intense and romantic
Watch me swing between rage, love and sadness for the next few days (weeks)
Yes, it’s possible I was going in a bit heavy.
So I may have put a WEE bit too much emphasis on this one blind date.
And maybe I was more intense than was necessary.
But Rachel! You’re married! He must have called eventually right?
Tune in next time to find out how the heck it recovers from this utter disaster.