Neglect

I haven't written in over a week. I feel like a neglectful boyfriend/husband/lover. I need to get back on track. I can't believe how strung I am, how much hold my depression can have on my day-to-days.
I'm jumping ahead of things. Let's begin with a little story.
I've, kinda, been dating this remarkable girl for about 2 or 3 months now (I use the term 'dating' very loosely seeing as I have seen her twice in that time & we only converse via text or cell once every 3 weeks or so because she lives very far away -yet still in the state). This last weekend the impossible happened! She finally decided to come half way (allowing me to trek the other half & meet). So dutifully I eagerly put my DC's to the curb & start making dust. Half an hour later, my stomach tossing and turning, the whole way. I'm so nervous I have to stop to use the head about every 8-10 minutes. I was excited to see my girl, the one Betty in my life who was into nearly everything I was (maybe more so). I was so distraught I arrived 2-hours early & spend all that extra time walking around the downtown of a strange town.
When the hour came I arrived at the pre appointed time & place. She was outside & amazing. I played it cool like I always do. We said our hellos, hugged, and she hinted for compliments -which I gave freely.
She worked the show & I sat and watched her work until half way through the show, when she disappeared. I'm not one to wait around for my S.O. without any explicit promise of return so I drove home angry. Now it's two days later & I'm still peeved. It doesn't help that I have yet to hear more than five words from her let alone any manner or reasoning for dropping me like last weeks bone.
Sometimes I hate making decisions.