Boys
#21, the English teacher who's going through a divorce, hasn't contacted me much, after the intense summer of emails and the push to meet. We had four or five dates, I guess. I'm not really sure what to do with this one. There were several compatible, companionable bits, mostly around writing, reading, cooking, curiosity about the world, politics and philosophies -- good stuff.
#22, the starving artist, still wants to go out again, and I am sort of meh. I like him fine. I kind of feel sorry for him (uh oh). But he's got no car and two divorces, which pretty much overshadow the good things. Also, his writing is terrible. I taught writing. In my head, I read his emails and think, "How could you get to this age and not know the difference between a comma and a period???" So yeah.
I've got an inbox full of messages from new potential datey people. This online courtship crap is exhausting. I think I just need a decent book group.
This weekend, my niece babysat me for two days. I'm too exhausted to have a social life anyway.
#22, the starving artist, still wants to go out again, and I am sort of meh. I like him fine. I kind of feel sorry for him (uh oh). But he's got no car and two divorces, which pretty much overshadow the good things. Also, his writing is terrible. I taught writing. In my head, I read his emails and think, "How could you get to this age and not know the difference between a comma and a period???" So yeah.
I've got an inbox full of messages from new potential datey people. This online courtship crap is exhausting. I think I just need a decent book group.
This weekend, my niece babysat me for two days. I'm too exhausted to have a social life anyway.