Why go on a date with Marian when so many red flags are already up?
The answer is because I have been on exactly 0 dates, have had exactly 0 girlfriends, and have kissed exactly 1 person 2 times (and it was the same night, do they both count?). With those statics in mind, I am eager to go on one date, with one pot smoking, non-degree-seeking butch because I would like to have fun with my twenties and I have wasted (perhaps not wasted… you know what I mean) nearly a quarter of them, being confused. Since I’m not confused and have a great deal more direction and motivation in life than I did 3 years ago, I’ve decided it’s time to meet some people. A date is just that, a date, and while she may be looking for The One, I’m not, so the fact that it’s certainly not meant to be, I’m not getting my heart involved.
What’s my heart for, anyway, if my body and my snarky mouth can do the rest? I suppose I have yet to learn that part.
So, yes, there are several red flags already, but hey. Maybe I could at least do some makin’ out. That would be very satisfying and it doesn’t have to mean anything.