dear life: you suck

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

- Love Story, Taylor Swift

Men suck. For real. They believe one thing, think another, do another, and say another. I mean, is it so hard to be straightforward about what is going on? UGH, for a moment there I almost wished I was a lesbian or something. Sure, women are complicated, but at least I understand how our brain works. You see, I met this guy at my statistics class. He's pretty cute, and I liked him from the start. Let's call him Captain Awesome. Turns out, he's in the same business class as Mr. D.R, who happens to take Statistics with me. So the two of them became friends, and by association I started hanging out with him too. Time just made me like him even more, and I was beginning to think he liked me back too. He even came over once, to study economics with me, and all the people present that day told me it was obvious he was into me, but since he never really said anything, even indirectly, I was unsure. His attitude, and the way he looked at me said one thing, but his silence said another.

Anyways, last Wednesday was his birthday, and Thursday in class he told me he was celebrating on Friday night with some friends, and that I was welcome to assist. I said I wanted to go, but that since I didn't have a car, it would be complicated. He said he wasn't going to take his car, but that he3 could get a friend of his to pick me up, that the only problem was the ride back home. I said I'd figure it out, and that I would text him Friday. Anyways, I thought maybe I could take a cab back home, that it would no big deal. But once I was told how much it would cost me, I gave up. I'm short on cash at the moment, and I wasn't going to blow 200 bucks on a cab. So, I texted him as agreed, around four thirty, saying I was really looking forward to going, but that I didn't have a lot of cash ande thus couldn't take a cab home, and so I couldn't make it. Now, at this point, I knew there were two possible scenarios. The ideal one would bve him replying that I shouldn't worry, that he would find someone to give me a ride back home. In my mind, that would have been the response a guy that likes a girl would give. The other one, less ideal, would be that he would say he's sorry that I'm not going to be able to make it, but that he would give me a call to see if we did something during the weekend.

What actually happened: I got NOTHING. No text, no call back, no smoke signals, no nothing. So obviously, I spent the rest of the evening sulking in a corner, muttering curses at the universe. I mean, if he really were interested, at least a tiny bit, he would have texted me back at least, don't you think? So as it is, I'm currently in a down period, seriously considering the idea that fate likes to play monopoly with my life.