So that girl I went on a date with, the one that didn't go so well, the one that ended like a deleted scene from Swingers (hat tip Kelly/Jose)...
I just found out today that the girl I was out with met someone else around the same time she met me, and that they've been seeing each other now for a few weeks.
Normal, right? In a way, it makes the tiny sting of failing to wow her even tinier. In particular, it makes me hold her in even higher regard for being a one-at-a-time kind of dater.
But then I found out ... her new boyfriend ....
is a male stripper.
A freaking male stripper!
How does that happen?!? How do I end up going on a date with someone that also dates male strippers. Is that the dating pool I'm in? And if so, which one of us should feel ashamed? Me? The male stripper? Both of us? I'm sure if he saw a photo of me, he'd be equally shocked.
My head has been swimming since I found this out. I feel an unprecedented combination of pity, disdain, snobbishness, and self-loathing. I kinda want to chuckle but feel like a jerk when I do.
Anyway, I don't really have a point here. I just promised in my last post to check back in here when something hilariously bizarre crossed my path and this was the first thing to do so.
Chew on that for a while.
And, if you are inclined, feel free to post in the comments descriptions of the dudes or chicks you've been tossed over for or followed up by or whatever. You know what I mean.
Freaking male stripper. Wow. Incredible.
4 weeks ago