It's a date?

This past weekend was a pretty good one. Friday night I stayed in Huntsville to hang out with some friends of mine and see my buddies' band play. I'd tell you what they're called but since they're in the midst of changing their name it wouldn't do you much good. Anyhow I went to this place called Philby's with some folks and had a pretty good time. Saturday I woke up and drove back to Birmingham to celebrate my older brother's birthday. Good times. I went out and had a decent night in Birmingham but nothing really happened that was noteworthy. Sunday was an eventful day. New paragraph eventful!

I woke up early and went to have breakfast with my mother and her husband. I cooked a coffee cake Friday night and took what was left of it to Birmingham with me to test it on my family. They all seemed to like it so I will probably end up using that recipe for the potluck next week. Anyhow after breakfast I had a coffee date* with the girl that I mentioned from New Years. This was actually the first time I've seen her since that night, actually. I'm going to try not to get over-analytical here, though. So I met her for coffee and we ended up hanging out for the rest of the afternoon. Good sign, right? She had her dog with her (he's a cutie) and the weather was fucking fantastic so we went to the dog park next to the coffee shop and let him play. After a few hours she invited her friend come meet us at the park. Keep in mind I went to school with this girl (and her friend, actually) so we go back a ways. I don't necessarily know why you need to keep that in mind but I am so you have to, too. I didn't try to kiss her when we said goodbye because I'm absolutely petrified in that type of situation, honestly. I also didn't make any specific plans to see her again but that's because I live in Huntsville and I'm never positive when I'll be in town again. Immediately upon parting ways I regretted both of those decisions and considered calling her to make plans for this coming weekend. I'm still considering it, actually. I wasn't planning on going back to Birmingham this weekend but, hey, if it's a date I most certainly should. That's not too strong a gesture, right?

I ended up staying in Birmingham Sunday night although it was never my intention. My friends were having a house warming party and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to hang out with the group. It's not too often we can all get together because some members of this group work nights and it makes it difficult. Once I decided I was staying in town I called Date Girl and asked her if she wanted to come hang out. She sounded interested and told me she would call me back after she ate but I never heard from her. For the sake of my ego I'll just say she forgot and it wasn't that she didn't want to talk to me. Not that her forgetting to call me is very good for my ego, either. I've only in the past year or two come to terms with the fact that some people just suck at calling back and it isn't a reflection on me but I still hate it and chew over it in my head, especially in a situation like this. I'm not sure exactly what that says about me. I guess I'm still a little insecure and maybe slightly off-balance. Hey, aren't we all?

So here's the part when I ask other people to tell me what to think of my date because I am completely incapable of making a rational judgement in these situations. Does she just want to be friends like my worrying head keeps telling me or is she interested like I thought she was on New Years? If you want more details just ask.


*The sole reason I think this a date is because when she gave me her number on New Years it certainly seemed to be a gesture of romantic interest. I also wanted it to be a date.