Dating Could Be Worse
I just read this article from the Washington DC City Paper.
http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/display.php?id=236
Women inclined toward me thought he was a squarer Ned Flanders, and women inclined toward him thought I looked like a child-molesting garbageman. Between us, we had most of the field covered.
DYING FROM HILARITY.
DYING.
I AM.
Okay, at first it was funny.
Then, it just got sad.
When you are desperate for sex, pretending you like, oh say, Matchbox20 or Seventh Heaven is passable.
To fake your personality, to sell your soul every god forsaken damn night in pursuit of your true love is sad.
True love most often happens when you least looking for it and not even wanting it.