What good was it to actually start dating again, only to be blown off twice now? Brian had met Kate at a baseball game a few weeks back, and every time he tried to coordinate another get-together, maybe even a romantic one, she always cancelled at the last minute.
Inconvenient, disheartening, and leaving Brian all dressed up, with nowhere to go.
He looked good tonight, too, dammit. Button-down shirt with stripes and a sport coat, paired with pants that were actually clean and relatively crud-free. He'd kicked off the shoes and had his feet up on the coffee table. Brian's arms were folded behind his head, leaned against the back of his couch, watching the Olympics on TV. It was the only channel his TV had been tuned to for over a week now, a bona fide obsession.
Hopefully he wouldn't spend all night watching them tonight. A few nights back, he'd stayed up until almost 3am watching gymnastics and swimming.