So, the other day, I had a date. I thought I would write about it since this is, um, a dating blog. I also thought I would write about it because otherwise I'll totally forget about it--and him. He was fine, no knock on him at all. He wasn't for me. Then again, who is? What's funny is that he looked nothing like his picture, though not worse. No, in fact, if anything, he looked younger and better looking than in his picture. He also was a brunette in real life but looked blonde in the pic--but I prefer brown hair (slightly). Good thing, he recognized me! Yes, I actually do look like my pictures.
Like I said, he was completely inoffensive, but not interesting or engaging. I didn't think he would be and I had zero expectations for the date. He met my low expectations. I decided that it would be better to go in with low expectations than with high hopes. The fall from high expectations hurts more. But did my low expectations doom us? I can't say for sure, but if he'd been really wonderful, I like to think I would have noticed. He was nice enough. Seemed like a good guy. Perhaps he wasn't that interested in me either--I hope! I assume, actually, since I haven't heard from him again. On to the next...whatever.
Grateful for: not having a terrible experience.