A Waste Of The Good Underwear.

So R and I actually end up going to dinner at Olive Garden, with two mutual friends ... it sucked. I had totally NOT planned on that. Superman (one of the friends) was having a meltdown, and we were lambasted with tales of his neuroses for hours on end. For Christ's sake ... I don't know how to help him. I feel so awful. And I feel so guilty, because all I wanted to say was "good God, I am not getting any closer to getting any here!"

So, judging from my tone of voice ... I polished off two glasses of wine.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.