It’s been almost a week of non-stop rain… for me, it has been extremely enjoyable. I love the rain. I don’t understand why other people feel so miserable and depressed when it rains constantly. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sun too but for some reason I can find peace, comfort and tranquilty from the rain. I guess it’s the song the rain sings when it hits the window, bounce off the pavement and pitter-patters against the leafy vegetation. One of the best feelings in the world? Getting soaked by the rain, dirty, half frozen… going home and jumping into a hot shower.

Mmm… so I went out on a date this past Saturday with a girl I met online (a while back through Lavalife). We have been conversing for several months through email. To protect everyone’s identity here (like I always do), we will refer to her as P. We had dinner at a bubble tea cafe in Burnaby, which I treated and we saw a movie afterwards, which she treated. We saw “Borat” by the way… funny but totally crude humour and at times, very foul. Nonetheless, everyone laughed it up quite a bit. It comes with my tentative recommendation. See it at your own risk! Anyways back to the “date,” it was fun going out with someone new and just talking about “nothing and everything.” But I don’t think this will amount to anything more than just a friendship. P is a nice girl and very down-to-earth but I don’t think she will be the next one… I just didn’t feel it. Of course, these things do take time but the reason I feel this way is because I realize that I’m either not completely over H or that I’m just not ready for this whole dating thing; probably a combination of both. I’ve been on several dates since H left but after each and every single one, I would come home feeling empty, lonely, dejected and plain miserable. So I don’t think I’ll ask P for another date. Heh… after I got home, I even pulled out some of the cards and letters H wrote me when we were still together. Just to reminisce about the past and the good things that we shared.

I really miss those memories and I will never know what memories or dreams we could have shared if we were still together…

And so the rain keeps falling outside
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
A melancholy symphony of tears from heaven
Falling effortlessly
Their lives cut short as they impact the ground
Bursting into little droplets of sorrow