In the past, I'dve written some really bad poetry, shopped strictly in the ice cream section of the grocery store, and played really depressing music.
The only leftover thing that I really do is the self-analysis -- what could I have done wrong? Why hasn't he called? Was I too aggressive? Was I reading the situation wrong?
But seriously--that's one of just many things to think of while you're running on an elliptical. Until then, he'll just have to come to me... I'll be at the gym.
[[Addendum to the post: so the last time I got my hopes up for a guy was when I "won" him at a charity auction (single, straight, handsome, highly recommended by friends, doctor). His date offering was to cook dinner. I "bought" him for $150, making a deal that if I paid that much, he'd make dinner for me and two friends. We set up a date for said dinner. I emailed him 2 days before that date to confirm the details and I never heard back from him. On that date? I find out he went camping/fishing with friends. I've not heard from him in the year and a half since then. Do I worry about it? No. Do I joke about not even being able to pay for a date? You betcha!]]
[[Addendum #2: Do I even mention the guy I met online (who was much shorter and older than his picture) who was drunk when he arrived, stumbled up to me and said "I can't do this" and then stumbled over to some tiny blond girl and started to chat her up? Probably not... ]]