January 15, 2002
It hits me at some point that I've become much better at small talk than I ever would have believed possible. Unfortunately, at the moment that does not work to my advantage, not in this particular situation. If I were unable to hide my discomfort or dislike, then he would know better than to ask me for my number. I have no idea why we were put together and although it is not an absolute horror, I have no interest in anything more. Two months later I still have no possibilities on the horizon, not even a certain music-loving Brit.