the weekend without the date

First, I'm not upset. I'm more relieved than anything. I knew it was going to take a lot of energy to be charming, or even civil, just because I'm worn out with working long hours, so already the whole idea was stressful to me. Tax season is not the best time to meet me for the first time. (The upside to that is, if he still liked me after meeting me this time of year, he'd really have liked me come June, when my life is more normal.) I'm a little miffed that he cancelled, but only because I think that's rude (and because this means I still haven't been on a date). There are good reasons to cancel a date, but another girl is not an emergency, it's a choice.

An interesting side note: Gardner Mill (where Archibald's restaurant is) was mentioned in one of the talks. (The one about the guy who came here, built the mill with his brother, lost everything, went on a mission, and then built the business back up, only to get called on another mission.) I noticed it, because I'm familiar with the history of the place. I hope if he noticed, he sat there wondering if he should have met me for dinner anyway.

Instead of the date: I worked late, stopped at my parents to help with a quilt for my niece, saw a movie with one of my co-workers, and went home to a good book.