I had a date tonight, and it sucked!

Honestly, dating was garbage ten years ago before I got married, and it is probably even worse today.

Maybe the worst thing was that I knew I shouldn't have gone out with this person tonight. I could tell they weren't all that interested, but I tried to look at it like a job interview.

I think like a job interview, dating is a skill, and the more you do it, the better you are at it. But you can't do anything if the other person isn't interested. Doesn't matter how charming I was, they decided before the date started how it was going to go. Like interviewing for a job where they decided to hire the internal candidate - it wouldn't have mattered how great I was, she had already decided.

Which is fine. I mean, it sucks, but it's fine. "It is what it is" as people love to say these days.

Do I wish it would have gone better? Yes. Do I wish I wouldn't have picked up a twelve pack of cheap beer and a pack a cigs? Big time! But that's the thing about spilled milk, there's no use crying over it.

I'm sure that there is a chance I'll have a hundred crummy dates before I shuffle off this mortal coil. But at least I am doing what I say, and trying to suck the marrow from the bones of life. Really trying to live, you know? Going out on a date on a Tuesday night, because life is short, so f it! Maybe my charm will overcome this lukewarm person, it has before.

Anyway, I am going to go "enjoy" a champagne of beers and a cancerette. I hope you have a better night than I do, internet friend. Cheers!