Dating: The failed dream.
Steps to a dream crushing adventure

-Have parents buy two tickets to Jazz show.
-Have said parents not be able to go to said Jazz show and give said tickets to you.
-Start Calling Bitches.
-"I have to work that night"
-"I already have plans"
-"I, uh, ..., ummmm..., I, uh, am, uh, already seeing someone? Yeah, somebody else. Not you. So, even though I'm calling you at work and made it look like I went to a whole lot of effort to get back in touch with you and now your hopes are FLYING, get bent."
-Cry into watery beer
-Become enraged that watery beer is now salted with your own fultile attempts at happiness.
-Remember that this is the status quo.
-Smile.

Once again, I am reminded why I usually don't GIVE A FLYING FUCK about dating. Or, rather, why I shy away. Its painful and I suck at it. Err, wait, no, there's definetly no sucking involved. If there was, the accurate description of my dating skills would be: "wildly successful".

And if I don't get a drunk dial from Haji, I'm gonna kill his kitten.
- posted by Pat @ 7:40 PM