So I'd been waiting/hoping for this woman I met a few weeks ago to call me back. I had pretty much given up hope when, this morning, while I was still laying in bed, she called. It went something like this:

[Me] Hello?
[Her] Hi Mike, it's L.
[Me, pleasantly suprised] Hi, how are you?

[Followed by ten minutes of friendly chit-chat, during which I think "Hey, she's called back! Excellent", and start feeling quite pleased about this sudden turn of events. Perhaps, I think to myself, we can meet up for the date I offered after all...And then:]

[Her] So...

[Me] (To self: "Uh oh...here it comes..."

[Her] I just wanted to tell you that I've started seeing someone, so I can't go out with you.

[Me] Oh...Well, that's...errr...too bad...for me. Good for you though, I guess...Ha ha.

[Followed by the sound of my hopes plummeting to the hard, unforgiving asphalt.]

Well, at least she called back to tell me what's going on. That's something; I do appreciate the honesty; there are far too many flaky, insincere people in this town (see previous posts re: dating in SF) and at least I've come across one so far. Unfortunately, she's dating someone else. Ah well...