put my coat on faster
so, i've been "actively" "dating" since the beginning of the year. this is, as expected, more annoying than all the quotation marks in that last sentence. but it's the only way i get out of the work to apartment cycle that dominates the majority of my week. i guess.
i hate to dredge up the awful term on the market, so i won't. i will also avoid the use of seeing people because i think that phrase is dumb. let us now examine why i am completely inept at dating. it's a list comprised of only two points:
- for nearly twenty-seven years i have never dated on a regular basis for fun or out of boredom, so i don't know anything about the tightly wound ropes that hold up the thousand ton container filled with tears, awkwardness and bullshit that hovers inches above my skull that from here on we'll call singledom, as i just recently became aware of its existence
- i am genuinely not in the market for a life partner; the idea of this makes me so nauseous that i can't finish my drink
an important question to consider is whether i should be dating at all. this valid query shall remained unanswered for the time being. but it definitely has something to do with this newish vision of my life that i'm crafting which also involves wearing what i already own, and walking through parks to relax. fuck everything, i'm dull.
having reconsidered my affinity of morrisettean companions, getting laid has become fraught with all the same issues as dating. subsequently, my dreams are filled with explicitness. oh, explicitness!
this entire venture is a test of the human capacity for folly. and even at that it's only mildly entertaining.
recently, i was at a fancy restaurant where i met some happily coupled gay men who inferred that they were able to and would send professional athletes my way. this incredibly fortuitous turn of events tempts the Rule of One Stone, Two Birds in that odds have increased for me to soon be screwing someone with the ability to pay off my loans.
advantage: me.
peace,