Drum Role Please...

... And the winner of "Plans for the Night" was... well, a combination of a things actually. Therefore, no one was really a winner, especially me. If I had won, Option 3 would have been my plan of action but, alas, Boy - let's call this Boy "Plan J." - decided to flake on me. Am I the least bit surprised? No. But my level of disappointment makes up for my lack of shock. Plan J. is the Boy from Situation 4 listed in my post entitled "What in the World??"

Friday night began with Option 4, staring at the TV and vegging out. Translation: waiting for Plan J. to call. I then got a call from Boy from Option 2 - let's call this Boy "Plan C." Plan C. wanted me to meet him for dinner. "Oooh... that sounds good," I thought to myself, but upon completion of dinner with Plan C., and a few of his friends, the consensus is to "go home and rest because we've all had a long day." Plan C. wanted me to join him. Are you kidding me? It's Friday and I'm in a great outfit newly purchased from Urban Outfitters (the most beautiful blue halter top that I fell in love with instantly) and I'm ready to have some fun! So I call a great, great friend of mine, Rebecca, and we go see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. For some reason, this movie makes me feel incredibly guilty for ditching Plan C. because he leaves for the army Monday morning. I stopped by his house on the way home from the movie to tell him goodbye and that I have very much enjoyed the time we have spent together. He was happy to see me.

So this brings me to my point. Why, in the name of all that's holy, was I wanting to spend my evening with Plan J., who clearly does not value my company, instead of Plan C., who likes me, is going to miss me when he's gone, and has a history of giving me massages and cooking me dinner? I like to think that, subconsciously, I distanced myself emotionally from Plan C. because I knew he was leaving and that is why I wanted to be with Plan J. instead. It could not be as simple of a matter as "sexual desire." Psht. I'm not a man, for crying out loud.