Okay, so we'll start at the point when I got home from the date:
So I pulled into the lot at my complex and I whip out my phone and I text Hot Nurse: Hey, I had a great time etc etc. So I get in my place and watch some TV and then pass out around 2 AM. The next day, I try to chit chat with her via text, but she's very terse in her responses. After about three texts, I leave her alone. I try to get some more info out of my buddy/his wife since the wife actually works with her. So, I'm getting all excited/paranoid about shit and my buddy just tells me to go do something else ot occupy myself since they are getting perturbed.
Fast forward to Monday night and I get a VERY inflammatory text from my friend, so I give him a call. He told me that his wife got a rundown of Hot Nurse's perspective of the date and he was telling me that I just made her feel even more awkward than she already was. I tend to be overly apologetic about stupid shit if I'm on blind dates/I'm nervous/she's hot/etc and I guess this put up a red flag or whatever. So, he basically tells me that if I keep going down this path I'm going to fuck things up. At this point, my blood pressure hits, like, 160 systole (numerator of the blood pressure for those not hip with medical lingo) because I'm really pissed at how much of a dick my friend is being to me (he's been an asshole since he was, like, 16 and he's been better lately, so I was freaked out). He basically implies that he isn't happy with how I normally am (kinda cynical/pissed off and a chip on my shoulder) and wants me to go back to how I was with my ex (laid back, no worries, etc) and that REALLY fucking pissed me off. Here, I've known this fucker for almost two decades and he just springs this shit on me now? What the fuck? He also implied that you have to play games to get good women, but I'm not about playing games anymore so fuck that bullshit
Anyway, he points out that he just knows that I'm an abrasive personality and that I need to kinda watch that. He also mentioned how he doesn't want to hold my hand through this (and I don't want him to since I need to crash and burn on my own and learn from my mistakes). So we chat for a bit about other shit and then hang up. He told me not to text her until Thursday.
Tuesday-Thursday morning: Stressing the fuck out over this shit. I'm having doubts about whether or not she's interested still. My reasoning is that if she was at least partially interested she would have sent me a text of some sort.
I text her around 1 PM yesterday and eagerly await a response. 5 PM comes: No response. 6, 7, 8 PM: No response. FINALLY at 9:30 AM today I get a response:
HN: Sorry took so long. Wedding this weekend.
Me: How about next weekend?
HN: My weekend to work sorry
Me: Just my luck haha
HN:

we'll figure out something
Me: How about this: I'll contact you next week sometime about having dinner in the evening. I think we can both swing that.
HN: Ok.
Now, I was expecting a delayed response because of her schedule (although, I really wasn't expecting a response at all because of what my friend implied. However, he did say I have a legit chance at a second date from what he was told, so whatever).
Should I even continue this bullshit? I still have a gut feeling that she's just not interested. If she is at all interested, she's most likely apprehensive given the events that transpired last weekend. I mean, I have a strange feeling I'm going to show up for a dinner date and she won't. Maybe it's just the pessimistic side of me talking, but whatever.