Scenario: meeting one--you just met your new best-friend! Meeting two--wtf?
As much as I love to go downtown/out and have a great time, I've firmly decided that I will never meet someone there and maintain expectations of a future relationship (not even friendship). Mostly because I've been disillusioned more than once. Not disillusioned in that cry-myself-to-sleep-because-I-lost-the-love-of-my-life disillusionment. No, I'm usually left gap-mouthed by the fact that beer makes boring people fun and liars honest and when those mofos sober up, you're left with a totally lame, dishonest schmuck with no libido.
I'm admittedly strange. I don't deny it. I never have--to anyone. Ask them. Even so, I don't think I function so far outside of normalcy that I'm the only one who has had this experience, right?
Either way, I’m pretty sure this one is not me. I’m not looking for some sort of life partner or an engagement in ninety days or babies or free stuff (well, maybe some free stuff, heh); just a partner in crime and good times. How hard is that?
I have a few theories about my conundrum (my cold pool on a hot day personality for instance), but want to hear what everyone else thinks: do you know what I’m talking about? Suggestions? At this point, I’m thinking I should go to the Planetarium (which I actually do love, lol) to pick up dudes. At least then I don’t have to worry about surprise-lameness at some later date.
[Obviously, I’m not aiming to offend either lame sober folks or those who kick it at the Planetarium]