I've been busy lately. Who knew meeting new people would be so damn time consuming? Dark Lord knows I didn't. Really, how does anyone find time to find someone worth making a real go of it? I don't remember so many interviews before my last doomed relationship. No wonder I stick to fuck and run.
Yet, here I am, looking for a new future ex. I know what you're thinking (cause its the same thing I am): why torture yourself again with another ill-fated romance? I have no fucking idea. I mean, I really don't. All I know right now is that I want more than sweaty one-nighters in the back of a dive bar (not that I'm suddenly anti-whore; I just want a change for some ungodly reason).
Hello dating world.
Check that. Fuck you, dating world, you're a cunt.
Strong language, eh? Well, considering the shit dates I've been on, be happy they're only words. After Pothead, Boring and Anorexic, I'm 'bout ready to say to hell with this shit. But for whatever reason, I really do want something good, something that means more than the $1.99 I pay for the three pack of Trojans.
I just wish losers weren't allowed to run rampant.
First there was Pothead. Ah, that first attempt at meeting someone new and interesting. Met those requirements, not that that's hard. What started out as a lovely evening (a nice stroll filled with entertaining conversation) nose dived when I heard I'm gonna go get stoned.
Are you fucking kidding me? You can't wait till post-date to get fucked up with your stoner friends? Yea, you're a winner. Next.
That'd be Boring. I know, y'all are used to more whimsical names for guests of The Black Book but there was absolutely nothing of note about that pathetic soul. I almost nodded off within the first ten minutes, kind of like watching Twilight but with less excitement.
And then came Anorexic. Bad God, man, was this one skinny. Like, rub thighs together and start a forest fire. And rather stuck up. Definitely not an attractive combo. Don't be unpretty and lacking personality. That little get together didn't last long.
Oh, and I really don't give a fuck about last night's perfect date. I. Don't. Care.
Three strikes. Yikes. Things looking not so good. Maybe I should just say fuck it. Ah, who am I kidding. I always get what I want; sometimes, it just takes some time to find someone worth my time. After all, I did get a glimpse of possibility tonight.
Syfy, the latest attempt at seeking out a normal twosome. We met, talked, had a good time and said our goodbyes after a few hours. While I didn't get that lustful urge, I don't see that as a bad thing. After all, I want something different; something more than sex. But, and there's always a damned but, I was told something not so inspiring.
You're tough to read so I don't know if I'm interested.
Oi. Fucking. Vey. Figures, right? I'm finally interested and Syfy's not. And, so goes the claim, it's because I'm tough to crack. I know I've got guards up, and for good reason, but I didn't realize they were that severe. Too bad, I guess, cause it might've led to something fun. Big Red says that maybe there will be interest sparked, and if I'm feeling optimistic, I might say the same. But I'm a realist and know that first impressions are vitally important.And it appears that mine was lacking. Live, learn, blah blah blah.
Well, time to find the next non-starter. Or course, if Syfy decides there is interest, than we might have a new contract player for you, and me, to get to know.