So I Went on a Date
On Friday… I think. I honestly don’t remember.
Either way, I met a guy at a gathering and he was a friend of a friend so I said yes when he asked me to meet him at Ketchup. (Which I’ve never been to by the way, can you imagine?)
He’s a pretty nice person. Although, he first complained that I was going to be late and then he ended up being the one that was late. I got there a full ten minutes before he did, but it wasn’t a big deal.
Begin date. We talked although we didn’t really have very much in common or to talk about. Besides a bunch of questions back and forth, the conversation sort of fell flat. Then it really took a nose dive when he implied I was fat and then proceeded to berate me for not knowing how to cook and frankly not giving a shit about it.
I think the last straw was when I showed him my comics and he said he was shocked to see a girl doing this.
Let’s just say I’m going to remain single until further notice and I’m perfectly happy with that.
Oh yeah, and Subway Guy – the guy that I gave my number on the London Underground and texted back and forth with abruptly stopped texting me back when he found out I was Nigerian.