Too late and a dollar short

Tomorrow I close on my equity loan, so I can get at least most of the money and house stuff squared away. You know, pay off some stuff, put money away for the septic and painting and other stuff, pay off the Volkswagen.

Of course, when reviewing the loan documents online, I found a screwup: some dumbass assumed that I am also known as "Myfirstname Nancy'slastname," and I sent them an email saying, um... no. Stupid clerks. Nancy kept her name, I kept mine, and I sure as shit don't want to be associated with that wacky, dysfunctional bunch any more. Not even to cover for bureaucratic stupidity.

I was up very, very late last night, thinking. That happens way too much lately, but maybe something came of it. I decided to get over whatever problem caused the woman I had dinner with Saturday to choose to not call again. I was realistic about it and realized that if she wasn't as cute as she was (she really, really was -- she reminded me a lot of Mary), I wouldn't have been as blind to her narrow food preferences, inane movie choices, aversion to cats, and liking of George W. Bush. If you take the "cute and fun to talk to" off the table, I probably wouldn't have even met her in the first place. So, no sense wondering why she chose not to call me again...

I'm just not that into her.

I was actually a little more upset when I talked to Sarah the other night, and she mentioned she was going on a date tonight. That hit me unexpectedly hard. I'm not entirely sure why, except that I keep thinking about her and wondering if she wouldn't be a good person to be with again. Maybe I was too late. Who knows.