Stop the presses! I had a date on Valentine's Day

Still can't believe it... Well, It wasn't actually a date... Or was it? Maybe a date in the Polish way. It's sad to think about this but this is the first time I spend Valentine's Day, either in Brazil or abroad, with a guy that's NOT a friend of mine. Yeah, man, it's sad...
I was so pissed that the guy hadn't replied that I left the cybercafe and refused to pass even near Rynek (the main square). Patricia'd told me that there would be some kind of presentation or concert probably to celebrate Valentine's Day. I just wouldn't go there and made my way home through other streets. I went to the supermarket, bought some food and headed home. It was about 6:30pm.
I cooked, a veggie omelet and some rice. It wasn't the best meal ever but at least I was eating something other than sandwich or pasta. I ate the whole pot of rice and the omelet and needless to say it was pretty filling! At about 8pm I decided to check my cell phone, you know, just in case, and to my surprise he'd texted me! He said something about not being able to understand what he was studying and that he was thinking about cold beer... I must have thought about half hour of what I would reply, because here you can never say anything bluntly. So I replied: 'well, great thinking ;-)' and thought that it would take him two hours to respond. Man, two minutes later he said that he would be at Kitsch within an hour! But you see? He wasn't capable of saying 'LET'S MEET AT...', just a subtle 'I'll be at Kitsch... if you wanna go, go!'
I drank the last beer in the house and left later on. I think I left him waiting for almost an hour. I got there and he was sitting at the bar. I sat down and order a beer. We talked a lot about everything. The problem was that he's friends with everybody who works there and one of his friends, a girl, was feeling sick. She did look sick, a bad flu or something, and from time to time to he would speak with her and mentioned that if he could he would work there instead of her... I didn't like it at all, but kept my cool.
The music there was great. They played Madonna twice (Jump, Sorry) and some technos from London that I love and I was dying to dance. But of course he's not the dancing type.
We drank two beers and when he order the last one he said that it would be the last because he really needed to study for his exam on Friday. What could I say? I said that it was ok and order my last beer as well, even though I wanted to stay there all night long. He walked me home, even though he had to go the opposite direction. When in front of my building, I thought 'well, maybe a kiss or something?' but nope. Nothing. I don't know why they're like this. Fucking Valentine's Day and I got nothing! I mentioned that we would have a party next Saturday (but didn't say that it would be my birthday) and asked if he wanted to join us. First he said: '...but I don't know your friends and don't know where the party is gonna be'. Then I said that we would probably go to Kitsch and he said: 'well, so I guess I'll see you then'.
The only problem was the outfit. You have to understand that he's kurwa 20-years-old, likes trash metal and is studying Philosophy. He was wearing military pants, a jacket German-army-like and a Che Guevara hat. When I saw the clothes I thought he would get his AK-47 and start shooting everything around him! Because when I got to the place he was wearing a red Adidas-like jacket and it was kinda dark so I hadn't notice the army pants. Well, I guess nothing's perfect. And by the way, he's not THAT shorter than me...
I went home, talked with Patricia about the night, ate something and went to bed.
Oh! I found BBC World and Bloomberg on TV! Thank God!