Ugh. I finally went a whole week without exchanging texts, I went on decent first and second date with someone (if only he wasn't so short, I might be more into it...), and I finally started my first week of my dream job (and it was amazing). And yet...he texts me and I'm all sad and mopey because I know that while I could make plans to see him, that it would just continue to set me back in my healing process. I think I'll just bury my face in my homemade nachos, continue marathoning GoT, and go to bed early.