Adventures in an Online Dating Service...
Well, Fuck. It's happening again. Second date, and Indian-Tech Boy already becoming... irksome. We had fun. We went out to dinner at a Lebonese restaurant, played pool, walked until my legs hurt... but I just don't think he's the one for me.
The sad part was not only was I praying he wouldn't try anything when we said our goodbyes, but while on the train back, I saw a 50 year old lesbian whom I found more attractive. She had a wife, but was nice to talk to until I got to my stop.
*bangs head against the wall.*
I think next time I'm trying match.com. At least THEY match multi-gender.
I'm so fucked up.
Maybe I should just face the facts... I'm happier on my own.
And with that said, I'm going to bed.
Maybe things will look better in the morning.
The sad part was not only was I praying he wouldn't try anything when we said our goodbyes, but while on the train back, I saw a 50 year old lesbian whom I found more attractive. She had a wife, but was nice to talk to until I got to my stop.
*bangs head against the wall.*
I think next time I'm trying match.com. At least THEY match multi-gender.
I'm so fucked up.
Maybe I should just face the facts... I'm happier on my own.
And with that said, I'm going to bed.
Maybe things will look better in the morning.