Just a quick one tonight before I go out with Chelsea (and probably watch her get drunk while I sip on a coke - being the driver sucks).

Some of you may remember my flirtation with Miles.  We went out, oh, about 6 weeks ago - a few dates, all went well.  Then he blew me off to read a physics textbook.  Twice.  Not normally an issue, except the guy wasn't studying at the time and the excuse sounded like a version of oh, I have to wash my hair for three days straight.  So I shrugged and moved on. 

Friday afternoon I got a text message from him saying (and I write verbatim here)

Hi mandy, sorry it's been so long since we've caught up. I'd love to see you sometime soon. What are you up to tonight or tomorrow?

I had to laugh.  What is it with guys?  Does he really think that after 6 weeks I'm going to reply and go, oh yeah, guess you finished teaching yourself physics .  . let's hang out?  Hmmmm . . . not happening boy.  I decided not to waste any money replying.  Plus I'm seeing Mark now, so he's missed the boat entirely.  But I'd love a guy's perspective on this.