If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a whole lot longer than you'd like

Long time, no post. I don't feel like I have much to say these days. I'm in a funk that's lasting longer than I would like it to. But I'm bored. So here I go.

So I met this guy (a friend of an acquaintance...one step below a friend of a friend) on Saturday while at Jenny's bday party thing. And I'm usually one to doubt myself, never quite sure if somone is into my sh*t or not, but in this case, I was feeling pretty confident. Several subtle (an affectionate pinch on the arm) and not so subtle (humping my leg on the dance floor) led me to believe that this dude thought I was all right. So after a few rounds of dance talking (attempting to carry a conversation and keep a beat at the same time- virtually impossible) we sat down and continued to talk it up. After a while, I was feeling pretty bold (alcohol can do that to a person) as thoughts were spinning through my head like crazy (will he ask for my number? if he does, will he call? will he like the same names for our children that I like?) when I suddenly pop the question: "So, do you want to hang out sometime?"

Long pause.

His reply: "Sure." Not exactly a response to phone your girlfriends about, nor one to make you wanna slit your wrists.

Awkward.

After this response, we kind of just sat there. I had completely killed the conversation- taken a knife to it's neck and left it just hanging there. I felt so effing uncomfortable, I wanted to explain myself..."No, I'm really not weird" or even let him know I understand if he's not interested and I'm okay with it- I may not have read "He's just not that into you" but I get the general concept. The whole moment left me immediately incredibly depressed, as I analyzed what I did wrong and if I should care b/c I was being "bold" so to speak or if I should just have just kept my damn mouth shut or if I really misread any signs I thought were there. Whatever the case may be, I don't have a goddamn clue what I'm doing out there.
R.