And on and on it goes

So I was wrong. No answered prayer. Just more questions. Ah, the obsessive question asking...

You know, when I posted that I expected an answer to prayer, I was totally confident that it was going to happen. I mean, it can't just be a coincidence that while I was praying said prayer for clarity and closure that the phone rang. And it was totally him (LB, not God). Asking if I'd meet him in the morning. Wanting us to ride together to our event. YES! How cool is it that I got sidetracked mid-prayer to get my answer? I'm totally going to get an answer, right?

Um, wrong. And I totally had my hopes up all day. Especially when he told a friend of ours in front of me that he may have already met "the one" and just didn't realize it yet. Then, when he outlined what he looks for in a woman--someone who's smart, who's a nice person, and who HAS DARK HAIR--I thought surely it was a sign. Phone call to the brunette = true love, right?

Friend went on to tell him that he was a total catch and that any woman would be lucky to have him. He turned to me, asking me what I thought. I responded in my sweet way, "I think you suck."

Not joking. I totally said that. But at least he knew I was kidding.

And now, ten texts or so later, the story goes on. No clarity. No closure. End of patience.

I know what you're thinking... it's time for a tough conversation. You're right. It totally is.

This smart, nice, brown-haired girl is going to come clean. Eventually.