marling?

Is this karma getting me back for promising to go on a date with someone while I was drunk last night?

You know, there are some really good reasons for me agreeing to that:

1. Way too similar to you,
2. I am lonely, and
3. You weren't helping with the whole not-talking to me thing. (And maybe I'm just freaking out too early there,)

but Facebook's tagging feature helped me see a bit of the truth.

"He's a great guy. I don't see how he gets all the ladies, but he's a good guy, not like the others."

Well, I see how. I fell for it.

AGAIN: Maybe it's too early to tell. Maybe I'm freaking out over nothing.

But there is this white-hot heat surrounding my temples and I feel like I need to go for a walk in the twenty-two degree fog again.

Help me.