throwing in the gin-soaked towel. maybe.

it's official. my life is devolving into a farce. or some sort of bad sitcom, of the breed that develops a cult following while causing consternation among most of the population. and i've not yet decided if i'm thoroughly amused or getting really irritated.

the story is basically this: i have been trying to get cutebartender out of the bar since our lone, neutral-fated date right after we met. we keep agreeing to do something. and then one of us keeps backing out. it's amazing. we've been dancing this little dance for well over a month and six canceled engagements. and for a while it was funny. amusing. absurd.

now it's just starting to make me a bit...grumbly. particularly because we were/are supposed to be putting an end to this little game tonight. in theory. it's a question because he called me last night to say that he might have to back out. which is fair, because the tickets to joe egg meant that i bailed on our tentative wednesday plans. turnabout is fairplay and all that. but...come on. if this doesn't happen soon, i'm going to have to throw in the towel.

though i probably won't find another watering hole. cheap drinks are still nice, even if they don't come with the hint of a special prize to go with.