Regression Weekend

*Sigh* It's your Vivienne. I'm pretty sure I've lost the handsome, intelligent Frank for good. Needless to say, Cinderella did not go to the ball on Friday. He came over earlier in the week to get his things and was pretty distant and withdrawn. I doubt I will hear from him again, though it's possible I will see him on Thursday if he goes to the same event I am going to. Meaning I have to be really attractive. Meaning I'm already freaking out, seeing as I have nothing to wear. It should be interesting regardless of his presence given the plethora of new potential crushes. We shall see.

In other news, this weekend I hung out (and made out) with Patrick again. I know, I know what you're thinking: What is wrong with you? Well, it was fun and I'm pretty sure the amount of emotional damage that's bound to occur is still pretty limited at this point. However, yesterday the strangest thing ever happened: He asked me out on a date. A real date as in dinner out... A real date as in he asked me days in advance... A real date as in not just hanging out in my room unattended!!

When he was my boyfriend he didn't take me on a single date. Now, almost a year later he asks. What? Seriously, totally absurd. But, I'm going to go. This will be a very interesting social experiment: A first date that follows being in a relationship for two months and having "friends with benefits" issues ever since. Could it actually work?

I'll let you know.

-Vivienne