I made out with the bar-boy. Yes, I did. Not so sure if that was such a brilliant idea. But then again: that's probably the most I can get. I don't know why it always goes like that. Something must be really wrong with me. It is impossible for me to make a guy actually want to be with me for more than a night. And it doesn't really matter if I actually sleep with somebody (which did not happen this time) or whatever - they don't want me. I feel like shit. I'm waiting for my phone to ring, and I'm pretty sure it won't. And still I'm finding myself phantasizing like I was in a stupid Jennifer Aniston movie, thinking of reasons why he isn't calling that do not make me look like a dumbass. I hate my life.