I really need to curb my people watching intake
I sat at SOB for eight hours again yesterday. I witnessed TWO e-harmony dates. If it ever comes to that for me, I'm killing myself.
Some advice for dating retards from a dating retard:
Couple 1: Please refrain from having incredibly boring conversation loudly. I had homework and people watching to do. You interrupted both. Normally I don't mind. But for serious, noone (including yourselves) cares one iota about the REM concert 5 years ago. Nor do you/we care about 'those damn kids with their cell phones'. And yes, I took intrinsic and endless pleasure from charging my cellphone right next to your table during your conversation. You're 30. Your REM glory days have been replaced with mundane office chat and generational separation conversation. I'm sorry, but I refuse to suffer along with you.
Oh, and to the neurotic lady: he probably really did have to leave for a SuperBowl party. Next time, don't get so defensive and tempermental...it was only the first date anyway.
Couple 2: You were both pretty hot chicks. But the angst should really end past age 23. Yes, life is hard and your parents probably never understood you. That doesn't mean that you need to have a 2-hour conversation about it next to me on the couch.
And yes, you're hip. I'm sure that you listen to obscure music. You probably know all kinds of stuff re: sub-popculture to which the rest of us are not privy. BUT I SAW THAT CHARLOTTE RUSSE TAG ON YOUR SHIRT, HONEY!
Right, and that creepy dad wasn't in this week to have his 8-year old daughter help hit on me. Pity.
Some advice for dating retards from a dating retard:
Couple 1: Please refrain from having incredibly boring conversation loudly. I had homework and people watching to do. You interrupted both. Normally I don't mind. But for serious, noone (including yourselves) cares one iota about the REM concert 5 years ago. Nor do you/we care about 'those damn kids with their cell phones'. And yes, I took intrinsic and endless pleasure from charging my cellphone right next to your table during your conversation. You're 30. Your REM glory days have been replaced with mundane office chat and generational separation conversation. I'm sorry, but I refuse to suffer along with you.
Oh, and to the neurotic lady: he probably really did have to leave for a SuperBowl party. Next time, don't get so defensive and tempermental...it was only the first date anyway.
Couple 2: You were both pretty hot chicks. But the angst should really end past age 23. Yes, life is hard and your parents probably never understood you. That doesn't mean that you need to have a 2-hour conversation about it next to me on the couch.
And yes, you're hip. I'm sure that you listen to obscure music. You probably know all kinds of stuff re: sub-popculture to which the rest of us are not privy. BUT I SAW THAT CHARLOTTE RUSSE TAG ON YOUR SHIRT, HONEY!
Right, and that creepy dad wasn't in this week to have his 8-year old daughter help hit on me. Pity.