I hate dating.
Caspar: I’m done with that shit. I misjudged it entirely. He’s still a cool person, and I would like to be friends, but we’re just not as compatible as I thought. We want different things. No real skin off my nose (except for the month and a half that I spend idealizing him into some sort of “soulmate”– but that’s my own damn fault).
Nick: Dude’s kinda throwing himself at me. And I’m just not into it. He’s okay friend-material, but there’s so much storm-and-drag under the surface there, I know it. Plus, he’s shorter than me. And that is the only way in which I’m stereotypically shallow. I’ve liked guys before who were, by society’s terms, very heavyset, but I just can’t be with a guy that’s shorter than me. The exception was Corbin. But he was actually my height and he was a fucking catch. I miss him… Anyway, I digress.
Chris: The new front-runner in a big way. We’re getting dinner tomorrow, and he seems pretty promising. Don’t know him too well yet but it could be good. We’ll see.
Girls: I’m getting pretty irritated with people telling me I’m not actually interested in women. It’s bullshit. These people know nothing about my sexuality and they certainly can’t read my mind and determine my inclination towards dating a girl. I really would like to. If a girl asked me out, I would definitely give it serious consideration. And I fantasize about women all the time. I just don’t appreciate the rash of people telling me that I’m not actually bisexual. Truth is, I’m not. I’m pansexual. But when I say that they just scoff even further. Whatever. Humans are absurd and I’m sick of them.
