Again, I am learning my lesson - never hope for or look forward to anything. Ever. It can only lead to pain.
Yesterday, my friends planned on meeting at a restaurant and then going to see _The_Majestic_. I said I was up to it, though I might not go if Zelda were free to do something. I went to her house to ask, and found her a bit messy - her food processor, in which she was attempting to make soup, had gone out of control, and splattered soup about. She looked kind of cute, actually. Anyway, she was going to meet with a friend in a bit, and she wasn't sure when they would be done, but if she got back at a reasonable hour she'd call. I'm not sure why, really, but I believed her. Well, maybe not quite. But I didn't leave crushed. Considering that yesterday and today are the last days I'll see her - possibly until next Thanksgiving - and that today she's likely to be packing, I should probably have been more disappointed in this more-or-less failure to be with her.
I called Alan and told him how things were; we 'finalized' plans, with the understanding that my participation was subject to change. Then, I had (as I thought) a wonderful idea. I went to the Zelasnys', and asked Zelda if she would like to come along - with her friend, if she, too, wanted to. Zelda seemed to think this a good idea, too, and said that she would ask her friend. The friend was due to arrive any moment, so she should have an answer soon. I told her to call me when she knew, and she said she would. I actually saw her friend's car arrive - or so I assume. At least, I saw an unfamiliar car drive by their house and turn into what appeared (from my distance) to be their driveway. My mother was on the phone, frustratingly enough spending roughly half an hour to set up an appointment for a simple tetanus shot. it seems tetanus is low in supply. If Zelda called during this, she did not leave a message. In any case, it should be obvious to any experienced reader of this journal what happened. I went to dinner, and the movie, and never heard from her again that night.
Despite myself, I had developed hopes for the evening. Especially if her friend were along: I could meet her best friend. And the ratio would particularly de-emphasize the potentially date-like nature of the outing. You know, the "group thing".
So, I was a fool. Again.
She didn't even call!
_The_Majestic_ was good. It was an enjoyable evening, but it was also most crappy.
I wonder, if I will post this, and how much I will censor. If Zelda ever reads this, I don't want her to feel bad about making me feel like this - however unintentionally. Huh. I'm starting to believe others' comments: that she is immature. Intelligence and maturity aren't identical, and maturity itself has number of sub-categories.
But, I don't want to think ill of her.