glutton for punishment

as you know, i'm in yaletown for the weekend. i e-mailed my friend from work who i know lives down here and whom i've been trying to get out for about...oh, two years now. i used to have a crush on him...used to, listen to her!...but now, i just have friendly feelings towards him (read: i still like him but i've given up on any hope that he'll like me in return). we've been out once. it was awkward, to say the least. i had asked him out on valentine's day (!!!) and he said no and that he'd rather stay in bed and listen to sad songs. but he suggested a movie the following week. we went. i met him at the theatre and after the movie, we went for a drink. he walked me to my car and i basically jumped in it and left. it wasn't that abrupt but you get what i'm saying - i didn't hang around long enough to see if there would be any good-night extras. it's never been the same since. we get along so well and he's so easy to talk to. i don't know that he feels the same way about me but i'd like to think so :) all of our plans over the past two years to get together, just for coffee, have always fallen by the way-side.

anyway, i know he lives downtown so i e-mailed him on thursday and asked him if he wanted to go for coffee or lunch this weekend. i told him where i'd be staying (the cross-streets) and it turns out he lives a block away from here. we agreed on a sunday morning coffee. i was so looking forward to it. he e-mailed me last night, late, saying that he had just gotten home from the office and that he was going out that night. he asked me to phone him after 10AM. so, i waited until 10:30 and phoned him. he was still in bed. he apologized and i asked him about his night (which he said sucked) and then i told him to go back to bed. and now, i'm sad.

i knew this would happen. i always know what's going to happen. yet, i always try anyway. perhaps i'm more emotionally masochistic than i thought (or is it sadistic?). anyway, i'm done trying (for now). i'll never e-mail or phone him again (until the next time i get the urge to see him). he's not my type anyway (if nice and sweet and smart and adorable is not my type). blah.