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You know I actually think that dating is not good for the soul.

Follow up:

Favourite comments I’ve heard in my recent forays into the armpits of “romance”

• You didn’t have it?!?? (in reference to chlamydia). That is a quite a concern.

No. In fact, I think the “concern” is that you were trying to pin me as the source of your infectious disease. Surely you should have been pleased that you didn’t achieve said feat? Lucky my friends talked me out of playing that HIV + joke on you.

• I consider myself to be reasonably intelligent, but you have an answer for everything. You’re very intelligent aren’t you?

Well yes, yes I am. But it’s not how I define myself at present and big fucking deal, I remember shit, so what. I can’t do maths or feign interest in the world cup to save myself.

• Wow, you are really tall. That’s quite imposing.

Hmm. Not really- I’m not even wearing shoes with a big heel.

• I don’t understand gay people. Why do they want to do that. Yuck. I mean, at least lesbian sex isn’t as violent as gay sex- there wouldn’t be as much penetration.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Do some research buddy; you don’t have a fucking clue what you are talking about.

• Ahh, when crazy people meet.

Well that was actually a fun afternoon.

These niggling thoughts that I’m too tall, too smart, too honest, too disinterested in television, coffee and wine to be appealing are getting a bit louder with each dehumanising, awkward dinner and drinks. Which is total bullshit.

But I don’t know what to do about it. I see so many people in marriages/long term relationships fucking around or behaving like total assholes. Relationships clearly don’t automatically equal happiness or fidelity or trust. But then why do we all chase them? Are human beings designed for this? Or are we actually solitary creatures? I’m too young to be this cynical about other people.

I think that particular social experiment is now finished.

For now anyway.