Ok, the evening was wonderful, it really was. Luke took me to an Italian place in town where we had pasta and shared a piece of Bailey's cake which tasted divine. Then as we were walking through the high street he bought me flowers which are beautiful and we would have gone to see a movie or watched one at either my house or his but the spiciness in the pasta was making him feel ill so he just went home. (I don't know why I'm feeling slightly anti-climaxtic... anybody would look at that and say that it was a good date) Maybe if he hadn't brought up the fact that I'm only here for 3 months, but then again maybe that's a good thing. I don't need to attach myself to someone who lives 3000+ miles away. I just kind of wish.... for once that I could have an ideal moment... and maybe someday I will. But that day is not today, and I'm going to stop feeling kind of blue because it really was a wonderful evening. (But I think it was when he asked if this was going to turn into anything and I shook my head no because I know that's what he wanted me to say... and then I said that i was only here for 3 months and he said that if I were here for longer then he would have...) I think it was that moment when the euphoric high of the night came crashing down... It's always something... I'm not outgoing enough, I am not around enough, I'm not independent enough... pretty enough... But before I beat myself up, I am going to stop talking about this and say that I had a very nice date with a very nice guy and there might be more in the future.