The one in blue

It's like I lived 5 lives since I last wrote. Guy2, even though strikingly handsome, exhausted me conversationally. SUCH a nice guy, but we just didn't click. Ditto for some other dudes.

You know, I don't even feel like writing about the ones that don't work anymore. They could be funny stories, maybe, but so what? Dating is exhausting.

I used to think even the worst date could be worthwhile if it at least yielded good material. But I meet people, and sometimes I actually really like them as people and then writing about the not-clicking part isn't fun anymore.

So I'll make fun of me, since that's still a hoot.

And that, my friends, is the extent of my love life. It's easier to be the one in blue: