September 23, 2003.
let this be a lesson.
two weeks of agonizing, two weeks of being frustrated, confused and angry, two weeks of complaining, two weeks of wondering what i did wrong.
all to be fixed with a five minute phone call. so he is not mad at me or annoyed with me. he even has a viable explanation for the text messages. he says, with enthusiasm, that it will be great to do something next week. he says he will call me.
he probably won't, but it doesn't matter. what matters is i feel okay now, regardless of whether i see him again or not. i should have called a lot sooner, pride is my enemy.
(he sounded good.)