To be perfectly honest, I'm completely apathetic about dating right now as I'm taking time to figure out my own life. But I've been hitting the bars almost nightly for almost two weeks now in what is assuredly uncharacteristic behavior to play wingwoman for an assorted cast of characters. And of course, precisely because I'm not interested in meeting anyone, I've collected a pretty impressive list of crap from men in the Cambridge/Somerville area. A sampling:
- Me: "What's your dream?" Dude: "Um, I'm shooting blanks."
- Mary: "What do you do for fun?" Dude: "I don't like fun."
- Me: "So what do you do for fun around here?" Dude: "I work at a bank!"
- Dude: "What do you study?" Me: "People." Dude: "For real? Doesn't that get boring?"
- Dude: "I think I've seen you before. Do you have a dog?" Me: "Nope." Dude: "Do you walk dogs?" Me: "Nope." Dude: "Are you sure? I swear to God I've seen a girl look just like you walk a dog around here." Me: "Totally not me." Dude: "No, I think it's you. You're trying to mess with me." Me: "Nope. Promise you I'm not."
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