every day every minute
so i had my first date ever this past week. met up with a guy i met on okc. i hadn't been talking to him that long, and in fact i hadn't talked to him about anything of much consequence. he's a rather terrible person to talk to online, no matter how many times i say it, he does not seem to get that when he says "what are you up to?" i'm going to say, "nothing much." but i agreed to have dinner with him at chili's anyway since he lives about two minutes away and i'm bored and a bit starved for human interaction. it was nice, conversation was decent if not a bit forgettable (i kept on getting distracted by these amazing crispy chicken tacos i was eating, guh, so good), and we have soft plans to do something again next week. but he doesn't excite me, doesn't move me, he hardly occupies my mind at all aside from some minor irritation when he takes a round about way of asking a question that requires much more directness, and then says its good to, you know, "get these things out in the open." but i'm just testing the waters, and so it should not be surprising that first encounters are with rather mediocre men. i couldn't help but feel a bit like an alien investigating human customs during that dinner. every time he referenced some dating trope, like that asking to split the check is considered a sign of disinterest or not wanting to tell me what he was ordering so i wouldn't feel "pressured," i would just stare at him blankly. i do not speak the date language, i don't know the code. i guess that's why i keep on watching the millionaire matchmaker, even though it is a terrible and slightly offensive show, i want to know how that world works. its almost like my interest in serial killers and sociopaths - i find it incredibly interesting, though i have a hard time imagining myself participating in it.
speaking of which, i just finished reading dearly devoted dexter. not as good as the first book, while dexter's callous wit is enough to carry the book, there isn't really much investment in the plot. dexter doesn't care, so you don't really care. even though the villain of the story is does some deeply horrible things, its regarded as not much more than a curiosity, so its hard to feel really disturbed by it. in the meantime, i downloaded the pdf of stephenie meyer's the host, and oh sweet jesus is it terrible. i think i'm somewhere around page 90 and i really don't want to go any further. its just so painfully stupid. its like a 6th grader's attempt at writing a novel. at least with twilight the stupidity was mostly contained within the characters, but with this smeyer actually attempts to some world-building, and the results are rather abysmal. ugh, i don't even want to think about it too long, lest my brain rots.
speaking of which, i just finished reading dearly devoted dexter. not as good as the first book, while dexter's callous wit is enough to carry the book, there isn't really much investment in the plot. dexter doesn't care, so you don't really care. even though the villain of the story is does some deeply horrible things, its regarded as not much more than a curiosity, so its hard to feel really disturbed by it. in the meantime, i downloaded the pdf of stephenie meyer's the host, and oh sweet jesus is it terrible. i think i'm somewhere around page 90 and i really don't want to go any further. its just so painfully stupid. its like a 6th grader's attempt at writing a novel. at least with twilight the stupidity was mostly contained within the characters, but with this smeyer actually attempts to some world-building, and the results are rather abysmal. ugh, i don't even want to think about it too long, lest my brain rots.