I got in a while ago from tonight’s date. It was a complete waste of time and energy. Worse than that, really, it was a bad date. The kind of date that makes me want to stop trying, to stay home alone and read every night.
He was one of those inappropriately arrogant blowhards. I say inappropriately arrogant because he really didn’t have all that much going for him. The first 20-30 minutes were OK enough and then he started to pontificate for what seemed like forever on a subject he knew very little about. He pretended to know everything
about it. He read an article
. And he went on and on. I just looked at him with my head crooked to the side giving him my, you’ve got to be kidding look. But he wouldn’t shut up.
Eventually I broke in and pointed out a pretty obvious flaw in his argument and told him he was full of shit. And yeah, I used those words. I’d lost my patience.
Oh well. Better luck
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