That’s it. I shouldve writen this a long time ago. I shouldve started with all my ridiculous encounters so that at least I can look back and laugh rather than cry.
I can’t find the pattern to all my failed dates. Other than that we met online. There could be so many factors alone just based on that. Too high or false expectations. Expectations that a spark would develop within 1 date, anywhere from 2-12 hours would determine whether we have a potential future… that’s right, I’ve had a date last 12 hours only to never hear from him again. If it was that bad why’d he put up with it for so long? Did it take him like 8 hours to realize he didn’t have any interested in me and then just suffered through the other 4? Oh god, how long was he suffering for? He couldn’t leave I suppose… it was the 4th of July and we were trapped together in a sea of people with traffic and no other plans or friends in sight. I’ve racked my brain out thinking where i went wrong with this person because everything seemed to be going so right… until he mentioned wanted to be friends before dating someone- which he didnt say directly towards me but was definitely directed towards me. Odd how our first date was 4 hours and went so well he agreed to spend the 4th of July with me. What the hell did I do on that day that turned him off so much?? I feel like such an idiot for trying to hold his hand in the uber back. I feel so embarrassed that he knew I liked him but clearly he wasn’t into me. Anyway, I digress, that’s for a whole other post.
Tonight I met ….wtf was his name again?….jesus that’s how short term my memory for these insufferable dates has become. I literally can’t anymore. My brain refuses. Joey, that was his name, which is kinda childish for an adult but ok. He was so mellow and chill that I actually questioned if he was high at one point. Instead of saying “cool” he kept saying “that’s fire” and I had to try my best not to pull the Anderson cooper eye roll. I finally got annoyed enough that I asked him where he heard that term from or did he just make it up… he then proceeded to tell me he also uses “bomb” a lot. Eye roll.
Before all this, we were standing in line for a slice of pie and the bar, discussing the gym- because you know, what better place to talk about what a fat ass I’d rather not become. I mentioned how I needed classes to stay fit and I can’t workout on my own when he proceeded to disagree and say “well, you can do anything.” Great. He’s one of those kinds of people, to which you can pretty much my eyes rolling. Now that Mr. Positive has shut me down I’m turning even more negative. It’s like the negative in me needs to come out to balance the overly positive in him. The rest of the night proceeds by him telling me over and over, how he’s chilling at this job, basically showing up but not doing it, because he’s leaving soon. Well, he was a little too chill and all i could focus on was whether he was on prozac or weed- because no normal person can give so few fucks in life. 3/5 because I’ve had worse and better.
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