Thanks: For the cute sales associate at Holt Renfrew that gave me his phone number (even though I know it’s something the sales associates do there to get more sales).
I’ve got a terrible problem with dating. My mind wanders and it thinks of everything it shouldn’t think. The last guy I went out for dinner with, was a cute, frugal, masculine and athletic, 23 year old, that was both hardworking and clean. He seemed genuinely interested in me, and surprisingly offered me no shortage of compliments. Yet all I could do was imagine what an amazing couple him and my ex would make. I know my ex would have no problems jumping on that boat immediately, but somehow I can’t seem to make myself do that.
Tonight, I’m going on another “dinner” with another person. Somebody I met on Plenty of Fish again, which has been nothing short of the lowered expectations it has been delivering. I’m considering calling in sick, or forging a doctors note, or simply drawing red blisters around my lips and explaining to him I’ve got a terribly contagious rash of herpes and that if I looked at him for too long he would get it too. I’m not sure why I subject myself to such torture, but I seem to be quite the glutton for punishment.