What I Did Wrong

I made some jokey comment about kangaroo sausage, we had been talking about it last week. But I didn't hear anything back. So the next day I said something real, or at least less odd, even though she was odd and it should have been fine. Something about parking tickets, the outrage of it all. The next day I got something back, Yeah they're the bane of my existence too. So I was somewhere.

I told her—reminded her really—of my upcoming schedule, how busy I was. But I still wanted to make time for her, I wanted to hang out, I made that clear, or I tried to. I didn't hear anything back that time. I let it rest, and rest, and rest, but still nothing. And I thought, well that's strange, we had a good time, I think. And it's true, we did. So I don't know what it was. If it was the idea of scheduling her in, if I was too blunt, if it was "hang out," if it was the week of silence leading up to all of this. Maybe we didn't have as good a time as I thought we did

I'd like to talk to her again, even if it isn't face-to-face. Apologize I guess. Or just to figure out what it was, so I don't do it again. Because I'd like to change whatever it was I did wrong for the future, to learn, to be different going forward. But, really, if I don't know what I did wrong I'd just as soon assume that it was her. That this was all her doing. And I know I'd be wrong about that, too. But it's just easier that way.