He never called me. I shouldn't be disappointed. We only had two dates. It's just that I felt like there really was a connection, and he definitly seemed interested. The obsessive part of me wants to know what changed his mind. But you know what, I don't need this. First off I know it's his loss. But mainly, I've almost forgotten a promise I made to myself about 13 years ago. I spent about a year and a half completely hopelessly infactuated with this absolute dick who almost never called when he said he was going to and frequently cancelled dates (ok, Will never got to that point, but the calling part is right in line). When I finally ended it, I promised myself I'd never let myself care about anyone who treated me like that ever again. Granted you can't compare fifteen to adulthood, but I still have to believe that we learn more about what we are looking for by our early years.

-CRbE