So last night, after I posted my rant/post, I decided to take a long, hot shower and give myself a facial. I figured that would help get my head into dating space.
But it didn’t work. Neither did listening to some of my favorite snap out of it music. My mind was stuck in a dark and gloomy place. I had my clothes all picked out for my date (jeans, very cute top, black patent peak toe pumps) and was trying to focus on the guy but I just couldn’t get my head into it.
So I rescheduled. It’s a sucky thing to do at the last minute, but it was a late-ish date. He was coming from something else and I was supposed to be too. I’d thought I would be coming from a party. But I decided to not go to the party (what with my bad mood).
He seemed cool about my need to reschedule. I didn’t specify why. I think we’re getting together later today. I hope we are.
It all comes down to this – I’m a bad actress. And I had had a really bad day. A bad day was delivered to me by the universe. I’m sure there are many other people, maybe the majority of people, who could’ve put on a fake grin and gone on their date. Smiling the whole time and pretending that everything is fine. I’m not one of those people. I don’t fake it til you make it. It’s just not in my DNA.
Tags: Bad Day, date, happiness