Hm, k, well sorry I took, like, forever and a day to update, I was.. not here. Hopefully ya didn't notice.. but then that would be bad because... ahh, shut up! Ok, here.
Six months had passed since that day, and nothing had changed. I was still as depressed as before, but no one really noticed. I covered it up really well, and nobody could tell anything was wrong. Pheebs had set me up with a lot of Gerald's friends, but there was always something wrong with them. They weren't Arnold. It was as simple as that. I compared them all to him, and they were all nothing.
"So did you like Ethan?" Pheobe asked hopefully after one of our many double dates. Pheebs, Gerald, and I were sitting in our living room watching an I Love Lucy rerun.
"Eh, he was okay I guess," I shrugged. "It didn't really seem like he wanted to be there at all."
"Well, you were the same way," Gerald pointed out.
"It's pointless," I said, biting into a chocolate chip cookie I had just baked. I immediately spit it back into a napkin. "Don't eat those," I choked out, pointing at the plate of cookies on the table.
Pheebs and Gerald looked at me like I was crazy. "What's pointless?" Gerald asked, eying the plate of cookies. "Huh? Oh, all these set ups and blind dates. They don't make any difference. I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than..." I trailed off and stared blankly at the t.v."Than be without him?" Pheobe asked quietly.
I just took another bite of the cookie, not even paying attention to the taste. "I've seen this episode before," I said absently.
