My friends are intervening in my dating life and this time...I'm letting them do it. I need help. That...and apparently, I pick weirdos...so no more of that.
I think he knew that I wasn't the woman for him and I definitely knew that he wasn't the man for me, so we just made small talk. There weren't any crazy awkward pauses which was good, and, I learned a new thing or two.
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.
If you, my readers, are wondering why I'm talking about old dates and old stories...by request, I'm writing about these old stories before putting my dating life and quite possibly, this dating blog, to rest.