I've never met a nice, good John. They've all been assholes. My ex, this guy, The Crapper (another word for John)...The Chemist...
He looked at me like I had the plague and pushed himself back from me. "I don't think I can date you," he said.
The moral of this story is: Friends? Yes. Lovers? (as in a relationship...) No.
I don't even know where to begin. My dating life is just the same as it's always been, you know, since the last time I wrote. 1) Crazy 2) Full of weirdos 3) Funny stories to keep all of YOU entertained 4) and ONLY first date qualifiers. I swear I’m only 2.5 dates away from becoming a nun. A gay nun. Sigh.
I will break my no-photo rule if you can answer one question with a "yes." When you go out to the grocery store, a bar, a restaurant, the bookstore, a Mavs game, whatever...do you wear a bag over your head in public?