Mildly Pointless.

I went on another date. Let the celebration ensue.
It was joyous. Nothing over the top and nothing to get excited about, but we had fun. I went with a dear friend of mine whom I have known for years, who just recently returned from a 2 year jaunt in the Dominican Republic. It was so lovely to catch up with him and eat hamburgers and go to a rodeo. Truly, I love surprise rodeo dates. Also, firework shows are a wonderful thing. But I'm going to be honest here, I just felt kind of eh the whole time. It should have been a great, hilarious evening because I love my friend that I was with, but I kept thinking how much I wished I was with Library Boy instead. I was trying to be a great date and make it fun, but I felt like I was forcing it.
Rule #37: When you're on a date, be on that date. Try your very hardest not to think of other men.
Why, oh why, does Library Boy have to be so dang adorable and charming? Why must he take over my mind at inconvenient times when I'm trying to make myself stop thinking of him? That wretched boy is so wonderful, but it does not appear as though he returns my affection for him. Not that I would know for sure; I'm much more apt to sit and wonder what he's thinking than to actually go and ask him.

On a lighter note, I attended the wedding of Mr. Wickham this weekend. One of these days you will be privileged enough to hear that story. His wedding was fancy and interesting, and I was reassured that I am fully over my feelings for him. It was a very comforting weekend, considering how long it took for me to convince my heart to get over him.

This is a mildly pointless entry, but it all needed to be said. I apologize for my ramblings about Library Boy. I will attempt to keep them to a minimal in future posts. But I do not make any promises about that.

The Friendly Kisser.