SO....., WHAT SHALL WE TALK ABOUT?

Something I saw on the internet has indicated that I should re-think the dating paradigm.



GRAB THE FLOWERS BEFORE THEY'RE GONE!


[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqTE-ig7NhY.]


I actually haven't been on a date in what seems like forever.
Perhaps because it IS forever.

It's not something that has any great appeal. Two people optimistically deciding that a few hours in each other's company under VERY trying circumstances -- clothes they don't normally wear, a restaurant that one or both of them may never have been to, their best behaviour, and an attempt to find out enough about the other person to determine that he or she is not particularly vested in human sacrifice and ax-murdering their kin while self-medicated -- followed, usually, by two sets of sincerely "concerned" friends asking all manner of prying questions that will inevitably make the experimentor or experimentrice think that it was a silly and ill-advised thing to do, quite insane even, perhaps best not repeat it.


She has lettuce stuck between her front teeth. Which are crooked.

His breath smells of oatmeal. Maybe that's all he eats?

I'm allergic to flowers; doesn't she know?

Why does he fake that accent?

That skirt is too short.

Nose, long.


Dates are like job-interviews.
But perhaps a little worse.
Doubtful 'pleasure'.


Fortunately, while I've got the usual set of inquisitive associates like every body else, I've always been good at keeping a straight face and never telling them about certain aspects of my life. And there are no pressing relatives within a hundred miles. If I actually saw someone, my friends would not find out, though they might be supportive when it leaked.

Some women are very nice people.

I know that.




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