i've come to the conclusion that the dating life is not for me. come to think of it.. none of the dates that i've ever been on have fallen outside of the realm of tragic.
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there was that one time i went over to a girl's house to smoke and her and her friends ended up taking a lot of my weed, getting into a random car to take a pill and then watching them fail at making ramen. RAMEN.. i left early from that one.
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that other time i drove to georgia to meet up with this girl and we were going to go hiking and then chill at her house. fun, cute date idea. that turns into me going to her house where her mom and grandma and uncle were all fighting in the garage-living room and i watched her chainsmoke into the fireplace and down a double bottle of pink wine. it wasnt until the next morning that she showed me all of her tattoos - the one that said daddy's girl and was covered up by a rose on her chest was my personal favorite.
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one time i drove even further in georgia to see this other girl... i liked her though that one was actually fun. but dont drive over 4 hours for sex, guys. it breaks down your soul.
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recently? there isnt much happening. i guess that's all part of transitioning and not knowing yourself. my recent endeavors have all been equally as tragic though. projectile vomiting, me hitting someone's truck, a possessed doll and a variety of wildlife... none of these things are part of a quality dating experience.
maybe it's a good thing i'm forever single.
















