When I was a single man, the worst kind of date I’d go on was mostly pleasant but entirely boring. We’d talk and have a nice enough time, but there was no chemistry. There was no reason to get a second drink but we’d grab one anyway with the hope that things would change. It was all very forced and dull. We’d sit there and try to relate to each other, even when it was apparent there was nothing there. Frequently, the conversation would turn into a weird game of “what are you into?” That would give the date the unfortunate quality of being an interview—and not a fun, sexy, cool interview either. So even when it made more sense to say “thanks” and walk away, we’d keep chatting aimlessly. Maybe it’s because we were a little lonely. Maybe it was because we were bored. Maybe it was because we didn’t want to throw away a few days of texting after matching online after only one drink. Whatever it was, neither of us would know how to call it as though we forgot how to hang up. These kinds of dates may seem better than actual bad dates but at least those can leave a fun story behind. A middling mediocre date makes you wonder what’s wrong with you and if you’re going to be single forever. Good riddance.
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Happy anniversary! You’re right though, I’d much prefer a dumpster fire to a forgettable nothing any day. Note to self: if date is going mid, make it bad on purpose to make the night worth remembering.