another day, another 2 cents (it's what you signed up for isn't it?)

You know when you meet that person and share a moment? Then comes the hour long, getting-to-know-you phone call filled with small flirtations because, let's be honest, you're not yet sure what you think of that person.

Phone call ends, you hang up and spend at least the next 15 mintues reminiscing about how funny you were and how you think that someone is kinda cool. Soon you realize you can't remember what that someone looks like.

'that's ok' you think, I remember that s/he was pretty freaking cool and we had some good conversation.

You mention it to your friends and try to pass it off as unimportant and pretend that you could care less what the other person thinks of you. Even though they've seen fit to shower you with (not) new and (definately not) improved "compliments" that you've heard a million times before.

Then, the vital moment comes and you make plans to hang out. Maybe you put on clean clothes or take a shower to look extra fresh, or if you're like me, you pull on a pair of pants that have already been worn 3 times since they've been washed, put your hair in a pony tail and down a few beers. (This is why I get so much shit from Jess and Bridge, cuz I don't f' ing care about how i look). However you dress to impress, you do so on the off chance that your meeting with this possible LTR goes well. All this time, you still can't remember what s/he looks like.

So, you meet and get the required pleantries out of the way. All the while thinking to yourself

'what in the F was i thinking? how did I let myself get roped into this? i definately don't remember him/her looking like this. i really thought s/he was much better looking, or at least somewhat attractive or else why would i have been prompted to give out my number.'

but you've made plans to hang out and doggonit you're going to stick to your guns (you don't want any nasty rumors spread about you because you just got up and walked away while yelling "I don't think so!").

So, you play nice but deflect all passes s/he is making at you and try to send the "i'm not really as interested as i originally thought" signals.

Finally the visit is over and you sigh with a sense of relief you haven't felt since you passed Calculus. All the while you hope that they'll never call again.

Yeah, that's always fun.