Why don't I go out when I'm lonely?

Because that would be the logical thing to do.

What's wrong with logic?

There is a time and a place for everything, and this is neither the time nor the place for logic.

But why?

Because I said so.

That's no answer.

Tough.

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I know what to expect, every goddamn time. And I do it anyway. The clothes aren't long enough, they don't fit my shape, they're cheaply made, and they cost too much. I know there's nothing out there for me, and I shop anyway. Maybe, just maybe, they'll have something. One thing. Just one ( Read more... )

"Which one?"

"The one who sits next to you. She's so nosy. 'So, when are you getting married?' 'Did you color your hair?' 'Are you going to color your hair again?' 'What did you have for lunch?' I just give her short answers and walk away."

"She never says anything to me."

I'm just on my lunchbreak. I've got all day. Go ahead, grandpa. Don't let me rush you. It's not like this technology has changed much since its inception. I bet I can read your mind:

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I dread blind dates. Well-meaning women at work talk me up to their male friends, who shrink with disgust and sometimes horror when introductions are made. Utter confusion. Could I possibly be the woman Sandra/Tamara/Shelley described? And it