I'm in a pickle.

So, I make no illusions to the fact that: I'm a messy person. My car is usually loaded down with clothes, shoes, raincoats, and reusable cups from QuikTrip.

My car is cleaned out these days...and it feels great!

So, you can imagine my domicile is equally if not more messy. I moved into my current place in October. Are there still boxes that have yet to be unpacked: indeed!

Cut to this morning. BBM wants to come over (I had offered my place as an option when I thought A) we were still going to be needing somewhere, ahem, more private and B) On Wednesday when I had several days to clean up).

I had no idea we were still "on" for today. Well, until 9:18 AM this morning. And he said he was just going to come over. I told him to give me a while to straighten up and shower and I would give him a shout. WELL..."give me a while" turned into like 2 hours. And I still didn't have a presentable home. I had knocked over two potted plants where the ceramic pots broke, potting soil got everywhere...and I just lost my will to go on. So I texted him, apologized, told a white lie that the power was out at my place (it happens frequently enough in my 150-year-old home) and asked him to meet me at a local pizza place instead. HINDSIGHT: I should have known my messy self wasn't workable first thing in the morning and offered up a second, more public, place to meet at 9:19 AM. Alas, it is hindsight and wasn't foresight.

I didn't hear back from him for a while, so I assumed he had fallen asleep. TOTALLY legit seeing that as he was at work from 6 PM to 9 AM.

I told him that he should call me later and we'd get together later. He then responded with a "?" and I again asked him to meet me at the pizza place. It was 12:45 PM at this time and I knew that I had a work filming thing at 2...but I decided to go for it anyway.

He then responded with:
"Naw, it's okay. Maybe the friendship proposal was an effort to reel you into me, but it's probably best that I not be a bother anymore."

UGH. I'm SO frustrated. Why does he have to work such a weird schedule? Why did I have to waste precious date hours today fruitlessly?

I haven't responded...he wrote that at 12:57 PM. It's currently 7:16 PM.

I WANT to be bothered. I WANT to be reeled in.

So instead of responding I shall now go make some dinner and watch the Kirk Cameron hit "Fireproof" because I'm a glutton for punishment.

(Please help. Any ideas? Any?)