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One day I asked her... "Will I ever go out with you? Do I have a chance?"
Her response wasn't very clear... as a matter of fact... it was mysterious... and I had no idea what it meant...
Hope dies last... and for me Hope hadn't died yet.

She asked me: "Are you free on Saturday?"
My response: "Yes. I'm free. What about you? Any plans?"
She said: "No. Not at this time."
Myself: "So. Dinner at Graziano's. Saturday. What do you say?"
Her: "That sounds like a good deal. Is that the one near Village Crossing?"
Myself: "Yes. That's the one I know. So what time so good for you? I'll make reservations."
Her: "7ish,"
After going on Open Table and reserving a spot for 2 people at Graziano's on Saturday Night... I thought it was a great deal... because... let's face it... Saturday Night is busy... everywhere... Reservations should be made 3-4 days ahead for some places.
Myself: "Reservation has been made for 7pm." I even sent her a screenshot just to let her see i am not bs-ing her...
Her: "YAY! Awesome."
Myself: "So, will I see you there?"
Her: "Yes. I'll come."

That made all the difference. A great restaurant, a reservation, and a final confirmation from her.

7pm. I'm already at the restaurant. I'm sitting on the table. I had sent her a text message that I'm already there. Maybe she can't respond when she is driving... OK... fine.
7:15pm I sent her a text message. Once again... And she never responded. I felt my heart fell in my stomach. Like a stone...
7:20pm I left the restaurant... Seriously... I wanted to cry... but I actually laughed... I told myself... She did it again... and on Tuesday... she will act like nothing happened...