All day today I was walking to and from class, sitting in lectures, writing in the library, trying not to think about Jeff, who was supposed to call and ask me out at some point because he and I have been talking and starting something in a slow but progressing way, even though both of us are shy and slow-moving, but he didn't call me, and I am a bit bummed as I realize that I probably won't be going out with him this weekend, the exciting romantic adventure exchanged for a Saturday of homework and writing for my Shakespeare class and my American Literature class, the distractions that somewhat kept my mind off of the silence of my phone, whose poor reception in the library wasn't the reason he didn't call, unfortunately, for there were no messages or texts that lifted my hopes, rather a static dissappointment in a temporary letdown of lack of pursuit, initiative, or confidance in my beloved male sex.
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