Like a Fallen Souffle

UNDERWHELMED.

My cake was awesome My dress was awesome. The party was awesome.

J. Nich was not really all that awesome.

I don't really know how to describe this...it was nice to see him and catch up, but when confronted with the Calf-Biter (his competition at the Dumpling Party), he literally (not kidding) TOOK THE FUCK OFF. As in, cut bait and ran.

Let me back up.

So, J. Nich and I were having a nice conversation at the bar. It was lovely. Then the Calf-Biter came up, asked me to split a beer with him (I demurred) and joined our conversation. And J. Nich promptly backed out of the conversation. I turned to him and gestured, "What the???" and he mouthed "I'm going. Come with me." Now, it would have been hugely rude to up and leave, so I did not. I stayed and had a nice convo with the Calf-Biter, and that was that. J. Nich went outside and found some girl to talk to, and I was left feeling...underwhelmed. Like a souffle 25 minutes past its prime, our potential deflated. Sure, he asked me to have dinner with him and sure, I understand that he didn't want to talk to the Calf-Biter but really--I don't REALLY wanna be with a guy who backs away and leaves me holding the bag. I want a guy who stands up, steps up, and shows up for me. A guy who can look his competition in the eye, be civil, and stand by me. NOT SOMEONE WHO RUNS AWAY.

Anyhoo, that was disappointing. I am underwhelmed. I hate feeling underwhelmed.

But such is life.