|My silhouette totally is not ready for its |
I am in fact laughably bad at it.
Case in point: There's a entirely different English language for single people.
|It involves a megaphone and not having a face?|
I thought the phrase "Let's hang out tonight" meant that, in broad terms, one of us would travel to the other's home in order to complete the social ritual known as "hanging out."
Laugh if you want. I'm completely new to this. I had no idea it meant...
Well, fuck, I don't know what it means, but it certainly doesn't mean that one of us would travel to the other's home in order to compete the social ritual known as "hanging out."
|Sorry, Timon, I lack your worldliness.|
Instead - apparently - it means "I'll message you later and tell you what I did instead of spending the evening hanging out with you."
That makes sense. I remember that from my brief pre-marriage history of dating, actually. That was something my asshole not-boyfriend-material male prospects used to tell me. I totally recall that now.
It's been a while, is all.
OMG, I had no idea this blog was about to turn into an "adventures in not knowing how the fuck to date" thing. I guess you're in luck...?
Well, OK. Get ready to laugh as yours truly tries to embark upon an adult relationship in her 40s and pretty much gets every goddam thing wrong.
If it gets hits, I'm totally willing to go there.
Always willing to take a curveball for the sake of eyes on the page, I am.
Also...advice on being a grown-ass woman splashing in the emotionally retarded dating pool is completely welcome.
I feel I've already fucked it up.
Thanks, Drunkards. You guys rock.