So I think I'm sick of dating...


no seriously, I really think that this whole dating thing is totally overrated. I'm so sick of dating losers, so sick of playing that "so what do you do?" game. I'm sick of getting those emails the next day saying "thanks for a great night, let's do it again sometime..." when I'm really thinking, "this person makes me feel boring." I'm sitting across the table from a guy in a bar that clearly smells like pee (the bar, not the guy) and I'm looking at him, trying to figure out whether or not I find him attractive. And I'm thinking, "I wonder if he finds me attractive...I wonder if I care?"


Is the sign of a good date whether or not he asks your for a second? Cause if that's the case, I've had a lot of good dates. I would like to propose that this should not be the litmus test at all. The fact is, some guys are just lonely, or bored and all they really want it to have a date with a cute girl and keep dating this girl until they've exhausted all the possibly first, second, maybe even third date questions.


For instance, last night was my first date with Compumusician. I met him online where his picture suggested that he had facial hair but under it was kinda cute. So when he shows up with an "aggressive" beard which pretty much conquered his entire face, I was a little taken aback. Already, he's lying to me. We chatted about what we do, he runs his own consulting firm, I am the princess of the world...he asked if I get dental with that. He's clever, but that beard...I take him to a friend's dance show where he sits grumpily watching the show. I think, "if he didn't want to come, he should have just told me he didn't want to come..." I start to flirt with the cute guy across the table from us. I am a bad person. I didn't invite him to the after party that he clearly knew about. I told him I would be "distracted with all my friends" and I wouldn't be able to pay him the proper attention he deserves. He told me that he understood and it wasn't a big deal...then he grabbed my ass...whole other story. So anyway this morning, I get an email from him. He had a great time. What? What date were you on? I think the beard has taken over his brain! But then I think, this boy is lonely. He did have a great time...for him. Just because it wasn't my idea of a great date doesn't mean that it was more entertaining than anything else he might be doing that night. Now I know I sound like a total cocky bitch but the fact is that he told me he doesn't go out much. He told me if he hadn't been at the show with me he would have most likely been home watching TV. So this date was "better than anything else" he had planned. So sad...


So where is this going? Nowhere. I'm just saying that he couldn't have possibly had a good time. It's just not the truth. The date was mediocre at best and there's really no reason to have a second...unless he shaves that fucking beard!