The Evening of a Girl Whose Date Canceled Plans
5:30 pm: At work. About to leave to start getting ready for my date. Receive text message from boy canceling plans for the evening. Reason cited: work. 5:32 pm: Debate sending all manner of passive aggressive text messages. Some aggressive aggressive options cross my mind. 5:34 pm: Settle on the mature and less fun option. No aggression of any kind. My therapist would be proud. 6:48 pm: Forced to leave work by the last person in the building who has a key to lock up. 7:07–7:08 pm: Get home. Get mail. Reduced rate on my car and renter's insurance! Woo hoo! YOU'LL always love me, RIGHT, KITTY?! 7:09 pm: Walk in door. Pick up cat. OMGKITTYIMISSEDYOU! DID YOU MISS ME? YES YOU DID, OH YES YOU DID!!@!1 YOU'D never cancel plans on me, right, kitty?! Put all of my misplaced emotions into cat. My therapist would not be proud. 7:23 pm: Forced to stop checking Facebook and icanhascheezburger by my growling stomach. Laziness outweighed by hunger. 7:24 pm: Stare...