Today has been QUITE the day in 'Copterland.
Mere hours ago I posted a gloat-y story about a date I went on and how everything was so good. Then I went to lunch and got a text saying "I don't think it's gonna work out between us. Seems like we have pretty conflicting schedules."
!!!!!!!!!!!! and also D:
This got me to thinking. I work 60 hours a week, am unlucky in love, and recently had a great date with a seemingly wonderful guy only to be pre-dating dumped because I work too much. ROM COM MATERIAL.
You guys, when I go to my other job tonight I am going to be swept off my feet by a freewheelin' Manic Pixie Dream Guy who is going to show me that there is more to life than work. It has been decided. This is the beginning of my movie.
Or, you know, it's going to be another ordinary night that ends in me scrolling through endless OkCupid profiles and deciding that love is dumb and I should just get back with my ex. Either, or!