Crazy....
Ok, I actually woke up early so I could vent this before the 9am barrage of phone calls begins.
I have started dating again, in an attempt to mix things up a bit - and distract myself from things that aren't mixing very well at all.
Unfortunately, yesterday I was fully scrambled.
Calling a girl you have just met 4 times a day from the other side of the planet will scare her.
Calling 12 times from her very own neighborhood? Even scarier.
Leaving bizarre gifts on her doorstep after placing all these calls and receiving no answer? That is called stalking, and stalking is not sexy. It is frightening.
Crazy was the theme of the day.
I met another guy for coffee. I cannot really go into the details of our conversation - but it became apparent in the first 5 minutes that I was sitting across from someone who was crazy. Not crazy-fun, crazy-insane. I was sitting across the table from the type of person who takes an shot gun to work and blows everyone away.
Seriously.
I am not qualified to make this type of diagnosis but there were, thankfully, other people in the coffee shop who had both full credentials - and the foresight to keep me inside the coffee shop for a full 40 minutes after I asked my date to please leave.
Signs you are on a date with a crazy person:
1. He chews a full pack of gum, piece by piece before your coffee has cooled enough to sip.
2. He tears newspaper and his coffee cup in to tiny pieces creating a mountain of abused paper in the center of the table
3. He says things like, "Empathy is a damaging human emotion - if you can rid yourself of empathy - you are on the path to enlightenment..."
Yes. Really.
And last, but certainly not least...
4. @ 7:15 you know he was abused by his alcoholic parents, has a history of hitting his girlfriends, and a problem with impotence. You got there at 7:05.
No shit.
Not sure what else to say here. I have another date tonight but I am quite sure it needs to be canceled. There's something to be said for boredom I think. Maybe I'll get some writing done...
I have started dating again, in an attempt to mix things up a bit - and distract myself from things that aren't mixing very well at all.
Unfortunately, yesterday I was fully scrambled.
Calling a girl you have just met 4 times a day from the other side of the planet will scare her.
Calling 12 times from her very own neighborhood? Even scarier.
Leaving bizarre gifts on her doorstep after placing all these calls and receiving no answer? That is called stalking, and stalking is not sexy. It is frightening.
Crazy was the theme of the day.
I met another guy for coffee. I cannot really go into the details of our conversation - but it became apparent in the first 5 minutes that I was sitting across from someone who was crazy. Not crazy-fun, crazy-insane. I was sitting across the table from the type of person who takes an shot gun to work and blows everyone away.
Seriously.
I am not qualified to make this type of diagnosis but there were, thankfully, other people in the coffee shop who had both full credentials - and the foresight to keep me inside the coffee shop for a full 40 minutes after I asked my date to please leave.
Signs you are on a date with a crazy person:
1. He chews a full pack of gum, piece by piece before your coffee has cooled enough to sip.
2. He tears newspaper and his coffee cup in to tiny pieces creating a mountain of abused paper in the center of the table
3. He says things like, "Empathy is a damaging human emotion - if you can rid yourself of empathy - you are on the path to enlightenment..."
Yes. Really.
And last, but certainly not least...
4. @ 7:15 you know he was abused by his alcoholic parents, has a history of hitting his girlfriends, and a problem with impotence. You got there at 7:05.
No shit.
Not sure what else to say here. I have another date tonight but I am quite sure it needs to be canceled. There's something to be said for boredom I think. Maybe I'll get some writing done...
posted by Freckles at
8:48 AM
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