Wow, this thing is old. I guess this is a diary, right? Do I like.. put a date or something?
August ??? 2015, currently 8:34 P.M. being stood-up. Our date was at seven.
So, I found you in the cabinet underneath all the microwave mac-and-cheese. Sorry you've been sitting there all those years, it didn't look comfy and smelled like bad habits and moldy cheese down there. It must've sucked. My apologies.
But I'm here now, right? Writing to you? That's a pretty big deal. I mean, it isn't like I've got much else to do since she hasn't.. y'know.. shown up. Or called. Or texted. Or faxed. Or sent a sky-written message. Or an amber alert.
Man, I'm gonna need more coffee for this.
8:45
I walked out on the deck just now and started messing with my hair - I think I made it worse. I guess I was hoping she'd be on the street or something. What is she gonna think if she strolls in and sees me writing in a diary? Or looking all gross drinking by myself on a Friday night, still waiting for her? It's kinda pathetic. Shape up, Liz.
I guess I may as well explain. Hey, I'm Eliza. I've never gone on a real date. (Don't laugh, diary - I know you want too, even though you're an inanimate block of paper ft. a state-of-the-art plastic pink cover.) We met at a Pete's Coffee on the other side of town 6 months ago. Her name is Chloe, and I'm a bit obsessed. Not like restraining order obsessed - but.. 'stalk-on-facebook-the-second-you-get-home' obsessed. Her last name is WINSTON. W-I-N-S-T-O-N. So basically, she sounds and looks like some kind of British princess.
...I'd treat her like a princess. Anyways, that's besides the point: I wasn't good at talking to strangers, so I didn't. She did. I was wearing a Gorillaz tee I'd ruined the sleeves of and she'd commented on it saying, "Oh wow, I love your shirt! You like them?" those words exactly - did I mention obsession yet? After she grabbed her tea (she doesn't drink coffee, which was a bit of a let down - who spends five bucks on an iced tea you could screw up making in your own apartment?) she actually asked me to sit down with her. Like, she had 40 minutes to kill until her bus came, so I was her interesting subject of choice to.. examine. She asked me so many questions. Chloe is the kind of girl who works social magic. I mean, seriously: she has brown eyes that get you talking. She can tilt her head to like, the right angle or whatever, and you'll be spilling your life story.
But that was 6 months ago. Now it's August, and I'm here. After our little Pete's Coffee extravaganza, we exchanged skype usernames (she's too hip for just phone numbers, duh.) and would video call every so often.. for a bit. Then 'every so often' became every week. Then every 3 days. Then every day. Then every couple of hours. Then texting, then calling, then facetime.. well you get the picture.
The problem was Chloe had been waiting for the bus that day for a reason - she lives two towns over. For normal people this wouldn't be a problem: we'd hop on a bus or take a drive out to see eachother, it should be that easy. But it wasn't. Chloe always made some kind-of excuse. She'd be away on a 'trip', or her car broke down, or the bus wasn't running, or she didn't have enough time because of some kind-of other lame commitment, or aliens were abducting her, or the sky was falling, or or or.. you get the point. It's always been a bit of a turn-off, I've never really understood why she'd seem so into me over skype, but not want to see me in person. I've wondered if I smelled weird or gave off the wrong kinda vibe.. or maybe her stories were actually true, and she just couldn't make it over. She'd never tell me her address or anywhere near her that I could go up and visit her, and I'd have to bus anyways since I can't afford a car. So.. we were 'stuck.'
But I'd finally done it. I'd convinced her to come meet me: today, at seven, in my apartment. Candles. Nice drinks. Desert. These were all a part of the official first date package.
Yet here I am. Alone. Writing in some dumb, old..
Oh crap, the doorbell rang. THE DOORBELL RANG. I've gotta go and answ -
