Film at 11
The boyfriend shoe dropped today and I feel like a super-schmuck. It's partly because I feel like maybe I should've seen it coming. I obviously thought last night was more of a date than it must have been. It's not such a big deal that it wasn't, really.

Still, I feel like a schmuck even more because of the way the elements of a "date" change me and my perceptions. I treated this girl differently because I thought I was on a date. I opened more doors, I picked up the check, I tried to impress her. I tried to make it more than it was because in my head it was a date. Why? Here's a sweet girl without many DC friends who wants to hang out and a part me isn't sure that's enough. The other part of me is kicking that part and saying, "Hey super-schmuck, friends rule. Why do you have to get so carried away?"
Yea. 2nd part. Yea.