I went on my first date in a while - from an internet dating site. The guy seemed interesting and cute from his photos. We went to a local pub and had a few pints.
All it made me feel like was that I wished AJ was sitting across from me. Talking came easy to us and it was (almost) always interesting to me. This guy had a nickname, wouldn't tell me his real name, had four cats, hadn't left the country in ten years, was a little bit right wing on immigration and welfare issues, and talked a lot about his mother.
I wondered whether I was this bored on my first date with AJ. Although I couldn't specifically remember what we talked about, and I wasn't sure if I fancied him or not, I remembered that we both didn't seem to want to stop hanging out. Now, I was thinking of when it would be reasonable for me to say I had to go.
The conclusion was that I was not ready to date. However, this didn't stop me from having my first wank in about a month this morning. That helped.
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