I’ve come to a depressing conclusion on why I’m perpetually single. No, I am not lousy in bed. It’s actually because I am an absolutely lousy date. With friends and people I know, I can strike conversation and speak to the point where you would want to throw bricks at my head just to shut me up; but with people I just met, or just started dating, it’s pretty dry. I’m not the type to jump to the sack, or start with over-dinner innuendos or foreplay, it’s more of a “so… nice weather out, eh?”
I simply can not date.