Went through something no one (on either end -- I'll get to that) should have to deal with. As you're all [painfully] aware, I'm single as fuck. Like doomed-for-life kind of single. And generally speaking, I'm okay with that. But sometimes I get lonely, and I try to meet people through various mediums. Most recently, I joined the online dating cesspool of OKCupid. Hey, it's free and I'm working my way up from being a poor person.
Cue: Angie
Angie is a single, middle-aged mother of one who works out of the house. She had her daughter when she was young, so her daughter is already out of the house. She has two dogs (I love me some animals) and a reclusive cat, and lives in Norman, Oklahoma. Our first date was all right. We had sushi (I love me some sushi!) and we go through the old date/interview process, interrogating one another about each other's hobbies and likes. Seems like we're a decent match, but it could have been the sake interfering with my judgment. The date went as well as it could, and I even landed a smooch (not really a full-blown kiss, just a quick pressing of the lips against one another). We decided to meet up again, later in the following week.
The next date she invited me to her place to make chicken piccata. Hell yeah, I love chicken piccata! She was almost done making it by the time I'd arrived, so we wasted little time digging in. We decided to sit down and watch some cooking show on Netflix, but got sidetracked by some good old-fashioned kissing. I was psyched. An attractive girl with seemingly similar interests who enjoys cooking is making out with me!
And then the door opened, and a voiced boomed "WHOSE FUCKING CAR IS THAT OUT THERE?!"
A man, dressed in business casual toting a briefcase, screams around the corner into the living room, face red and growing horns. This fucking woman is married. MARRIED. He (deservedly) punched me in the jaw and began to immediately verbally tear her a new asshole. I used that time to make a hasty escape. It wasn't my finest moment, but I took the fucking punch. I figured she ought to bear the worst of it.
But I felt fucking terrible. And not because I'd gotten punched. I've BEEN there. I've been in his shoes. I know what it's like to be married to a cadaverous cheating woman. It's sickening. And now I'm a fucking accessory to it. I've felt like throwing up for a week now, but nothing comes out.
I just don't understand what compels people to be like that. I'm going to go back to my couch and absolve myself of this dirty mess by punishing unethical behavior in the only way I know how: murdering kids on shitty internet connections in the Crucible on Destiny.
