I called The Submission Wrestler this afternoon to ask if he’d like to go to dinner with me sometime this week. My schedule is somewhat compacted, since it’s already Monday night and I’m planning to go to my hometown for the weekend on Friday night. Although I felt that Saturday had gone really well, I was struck by paroxysms of self-doubt after I left the message about dinner this week, especially when he didn’t call back right away.
I IMed a bit with LBHF late this afternoon, and that left me feeling even crappier. I told him that I missed him, and although it made me feel a bit better to learn that he apparently misses me as well and has been even more miserable than I have been, I was in a pretty crappy mood by about 5pm. Of course, this meant that it was time to go drinkin’.


