Dating: Chapter 2
'm sick. Summer cold. Cough. Blow.
I am already bored with online dating.
Except for a very very very exciting event. I do look forward to a hike and board games with a long-haired comic book math geek, a PhD student who draws people, and is shy! Oy! He writes the most wonderful letters. He has such beautiful eyes and lips. His hair is out of control gorgeous. I want to touch him. I want to listen to him. Saturday 4pm, we start hiking, and spend as many hours together as our interests allow. I hope he is eccentric. I hope I like him.
Long Hair Math Geek's name? ... Greg.
Turned down a date with medieval.org Married Guy. I can't waste time on nonsense like that. Coming attractions: Coffee this afternoon with someone who is intelligent and informed, but not very interactive. Probably a Social Misfit kind of geek. Next week lunch with overly persuasive Three Kids Guy. I dunno, maybe I'll cancel that one.
Already tired of online dating.
Ed called me. Who is Ed? Apparently I gave him my number. He was wrangling three children as we talked. He sells cars, and writes complicated unpublished novels. ("What, Johnny, who is hitting who?") I wonder, who is this Ed? Looked through the mail box. Ed? I have no idea. He seemed ordinary. Nice ordinary, but still. ("Hang on... we're crossing the street. OK guys, go play!") I hung up in bewilderment, as my dozing brain came back to life. Bad manners! I hate when I do that.
[Edited to add, of course he's overly persuasive, doh! He's a CAR SALESMAN. Cancel that date.]
Cough. I am sick. And tired, and bored with online dating.