I went on my first real-life date in forever the other night. Sushi dinner and then a walk home with a tall legal translator from North Carolina. It was actually nice, in the sense that he was where he said he would be and he was interesting to talk to, but I don't think it's a love connection. He was into it, though, which is always hard. Having mutual feelings is obviously easier. He was really smart - brilliant, actually - and accomplished and all that. He was tall and handsome in an interesting way. He was just really, really nerdy and a little awkward. Don't get me wrong - I'm a colossal nerd myself, but I like to drink and party and have a good time, too. I don't think he really liked any of those things. He also mentioned a board game club he started and I was just like - oh no, this will not do. I don't really get excited unless I can picture us getting wildly drunk together, because that's just one of my favorite things to do. Sad, but true =)
He tried to kiss me. Well, I guess he did kiss me. I totally laughed. I just can't help it - he was complimenting me all night, so I knew it was going to happen, but I was still a little caught off guard by how aggressive he was about it. On the walk home, he told me I had nice lips - that they were pillowy and soft. OMG WHO SAYS THAT? Then he asked me how I would describe my own lips. Girl, bye. I mean, he was sweet, but I just need something ... more. I don't know. I get frustrated by my love life ALL THE TIME. I can't seem to find whatever it is that I'm looking for and I get so disillusioned. Sigh.
Anyway, now I'm just in the market for sex. I have a interview date of sorts with a potential fuck buddy tomorrow night after Pride. Hopefully my period decides to come a day or so late so I can get laid. He seems interesting - smart, tall, well-built, hung, and young (he's 23 lol). So yeah, we'll see how it goes. Wish me luck!
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