I just got home from what is known as the "coffee date from hell" in the common vernacular.
We had nothing in common - he doesn't read, game, write or exercise. He watches movies and codes on his website he hopes will make money. This wouldn't have made for a bad coffee date. Just an awkward one. But, he had a complete inability to speak unless it was about making money; trying to make money; or the ways he has succeeded or failed at making money. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt because he seemed nervous. Thirty minutes later, I was pondering maiming myself to gracefully escape. His only interest in writing was how do you sell books and how many books does an author usually sell?
Ya know, I'm not sure why I even bother doing this "dating" thing sometimes. I don't think I'm very good at it. The guys I like often drop off the face of the earth - rarely (or never) to be heard from again, making me wonder if I did something. The guys I don't like make me wish they would drop off the face of the earth rather than go through another awkward date or the pain of telling them "Thanks, but no thanks."
I think I'm going to give up on the dating idea and just spend more time doing the things I like - like going to the Mercury and maybe trying out the Blacklight to see how it is.