I only had mild annoyance as we left and Greg kept pushing as he always seems to do that I call this person or email that boy that we had met that night. He still doesnt get it. I'm not desperate and I can do things at my own pace. His aggitated frenzy about boys continues to where me thin.
But ... it was still a good night. Suddenly I see that I am morphing into a cooler calmer seeker of social interaction. I don't feel much of a rush to do this or that ... if it is worth doing, then I'll do it but at my own pace.