End of Surfette
Dinner with Surfette tonight started with "I have an 8am meeting, I can't stand it." Which clearly meant I am sleeping at a friend's place.
I wonder what happened. I have theories, but don't know. And don't care.
It was a fantastic eye opening experience and I learned quite a bit about myself, about LA, and about what I'm interested in.
UPDATE AN HOUR LATER: I'm not sure what I was expecting, but the hot to cold thing has thrown me for a bit of a loop. I did kind of expect this reaction, kind of, but I didn't expect it so soon. I hope The Biter was right about there being another man, then I'd be less worried about it having been something I said. Either way, i'm frustrated, albeit more emotionally than sexually. Sex is easy to find. Someone worth talking to for 36 hours is a lot harder.