150 First Dates…
I’ve been on 150 first dates and I still don’t know sh*t about men.
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I’ve had a taste of it all. And yet, I can’t tell you anything about men. Dating is confusing. It’s like, men have the emotional depth of a 2 year old boy that has experienced chocolate ice cream for the first time. Immediate excitement over the cool texture, relentless obsession with the sweet taste followed by shocking repulsion once the consequences of gluttony destroy their tiny stomachs. Because they are in training, it’s required to direct the boy to go sit on the pot and take a sh*t.
I’ll be a lie and the truth will not be in me if I told you I remembered every single one of these men counted in this number. Many are unremarkable- the usual reasons why a second date is not an option. Zero physical attraction, nothing in common; He’s sexist. Other’s are fowler for a book.
I’m here to discuss the boys that lingered on the pot. The men from Tinder that are prey for my pen.
I’m here to share what I did learn from 150 First Dates.
