There’s another thing going on at the moment, but I guess it’s familial personal stuff, so I won’t post it on here. Also it deserves its own space. I guess it’s too important.
So, a lesser subject, I had a date booked for this morning. Just to go out to Costa’s for a coffee. We arranged to meet outside there at 11am. I waited until 11:30ish am, and decided to disband. My dad + a support worker were inside Costa, keeping an eye on me, and I went in and we just said give up and go home.
I know it’s not really a big deal, but this would’ve been the first time I’ve ever been on a date. EVER. In my whole life. (Yes, I know I’m 25, but that’s what my life has been like.) So, the first date I’ve ever been on, I was stood up. Great. It’s a great confidence booster, particularly when I feel so fucking fabulous anyway.
I guess it might’ve been because I showed him my photo. We’d met online, and I only gave him a photo of me yesterday so he’d know who to look out for (I hate photos of me.) I can only assume that’s the reason. I’ve emailed him since, but no response. Guess that’s it.
Sorry I haven’t been keeping up with anyone; I’m gonna have a catch-up on blogs tonight I hope. Praying that you’re all okay.