I hate dating. I don't hate meeting new people or spending time with women, but I hate trying to sell myself to another human being for another chance to buy her dinner. The right woman is worth the hassle, but I haven't seen the right woman for a while now (except for maybe a few on SG). It's lonely being single in America. In the words of Freddy Mercury, "Can anybody find me somebody to love?"
I find comfort in Shakespeare, Plato, Whitman, and masturbation. I think a few pages of "Song of Myself" are stuck together from last night.
Below is my Match.com picture. It's what I use to show women that I am not going to murder them on our first date. It says nothing about me, but in saying nothing it says that I'm at least not insane. Or maybe I am totally insane, which is why I look so normal.
I find comfort in Shakespeare, Plato, Whitman, and masturbation. I think a few pages of "Song of Myself" are stuck together from last night.
Below is my Match.com picture. It's what I use to show women that I am not going to murder them on our first date. It says nothing about me, but in saying nothing it says that I'm at least not insane. Or maybe I am totally insane, which is why I look so normal.
rumpusparable:
So, no guarantees on that second date, huh?