It's Just Me

The Problem

Waiting here wasn't the best option, but it's what I did. The stench of urine caused me to brush my lip under my nose as I continued to stand here, by my lonesome under this train station. There was a time when my pride wouldn't allow me to wait this long for somebody, but I just had no clue why I stayed. Constantly checking my wrist watch that reminded me of how stupid I had been. It was 1:21 am on a Thursday, and I have to work at ten in the morning.

A black civic slowly pulled up towards the curb, my eyes peeled to my dirtied sneakers as I pretended to be unaware of its arrival. I smiled at the driver, who's brown eyes gleamed at me through the window. He smiled back at me, braces glimmering through the darkness of the car. 

"Hey," I said while opening the car door, trying my best to sit as properly as I could. Why am I trying my best to look good for him?

"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to make you wait this long," he said, with a voice that was not as deep as most men, but it also wasn't high enough to completely question if his balls had dropped or not.

"It's alright."

"You look different," he squinted his eyes at me, smiling irresistibly, a strand of his black hair flowing down his forehead as if he were superman and I was Lois Lane.

"Oh, you think so?"

There was nothing different about me. It had only been a week, and he's seen the clothes I had been wearing before.

"Yeah, I can't tell what it is."

Why couldn't he just say I looked pretty or something? This sucks, being into someone who seems to have no interest in you. What am I doing wrong?