informally rejected.

this evening started bad and ended good:

7:18pm
[casually] i say: "we should hang out. grab some food." (totally putting myself out there-- i don't ever do that.)
"i'm really tired, but we are going to hang out soon. i'm going to make you dinner." (punk. you've totally led me on for the last month and you keep saying we're going to hang out, but now you're tired? well, i guess you did work a 13 hour day.)

8:02pm
"emily, come to the fondue party. i'm sure we'll end up talking about politics and gay marriage."
"love it. i'm there."
reality: the evening turned out to be just that.