Fuck it, I'm done

Well, I went to Thailand! Amazing amazing. Oh god, back to dating? I'm taking it slow. I am beginning to lose faith in the man species.

Well two things... I had to go an call Jeremy (aka booty call) because it was just getting out of hand this whole no sex thing. So he came over as expected within 24 hours of my text and damn he was good. Like better then ever before. Thank god for Jeremy.

Okay, back to this dating thing...

So this guy has kept messaging me, he had a great body. Like GREAT body. He was a student at Berekely for pre law. He's 35 so getting a little late start, but hey, better late then never right?

First night we were supposed to meet up, he got caught up and was late. I said we can meet later if you want, well he was even late for that so I said just forget it, we can plan for another day. He said Saturday? I said sure.

So Saturday comes he sends a text that says 8:30-9 okay? I said yeah, great. 9 comes around he texts and says, sorry- running late how is 10-10:30. I said 10 please. 10.
He calls at 10:30 and says he is leaving now. 11pm comes he says he is on the bridge. 11:30 comes he said he is getting off my exit. 11:45 he says he lost his hat under his car, he will be here soon. WHAT? He shows up at midnight. Kill me now.

We head out to get a beer. The place is closing at 1, so we have one beer. He talks so much I think he is on speed. Turns out he said he is ADHD. Then he talks about ADHD people like they are a group of friends. "Well you see, we are always late. We think we can get there on time always, so we leave late. Its like a game to see if we can get there on time"

So we leave soon, after 1 beer each. He starts saying, well lets go to a liquor store and get some more to drink. I said, no- Im tired. He said, well maybe a glass of wine at your house? I say sure (knowing I have no wine at my house). He comes up and I say, oh no~ no wine! He said, would you care if I went to the gas station and get something? I said, yes actually I would mind. I said I was tired. He didnt move. I said I am probably ready for bed. He said, well let me sober up a little bit and then I will leave. He doesnt leave. So I start text messaging Kyna. She gives me a brilliant suggestion to just start smoking cigarettes since he is such a freak about health and his body. So I do. GENIUS MOVE! He gets up and say's okay, I'm out of here... Thank god. He then calls me 10 minutes later to ask for directions home and to say sorry for being late. Can we go on another date? Oh my god, leave me alone.

I can't do this.

I cannot go on any more fucking retarded dates.

I think I am going to stick to working out and fantasizing about the trainer dude that works there and is so hot. He is perfect. Especially because we have never talked. He will stay perfect as long as he never opens his mouth.

Good bye dating. I put a good effort into you, but we are not meant to be.