Dating sucks.

So, over the past few months I have been on a massive amount of dates. Let me be the first to tell you, dating sucks fat ass. I don't care if you are a guy or a girl, save yourself the trouble and just become celibate!!! First of all, you go out with some trainwreck, hoping for the best, and then you find yourself not listening to the retard you are on a date with.... because you are looking for escape routes and maybe even a murder weapon. If you think I am exaggerating, think again. Seriously, the best date I have been on was in November, and that didn't turn out to go anywhere.

The one thing I hate, is people that set you up with losers you KNOW that they wouldn't ever date! I mean, I might be single, but I am not desperate! On top of that, when you tell them it didn't work out, they seem mad! I'm like fuck you assmonkey, you're not the one that had to sit through a million boring ass stories, or get spit on the whole date (yes that happened). So back the fuck off. I really hate being set up in the first place, but sometimes I am bored and I go against my better judgment and go anyway. So, as my friend, if you think you want to set me up, please don't. Because more than likely, I will go, not like them, and you will get mad at me.

I just want to find love... not just any love... for real love. Not the kind of love that you have that's just passionate and not for the long haul; but the kind that you know will change your lives. I want to settle down with someone that I am proud to be with, not afraid to introduce to people. I want someone to go over to my parents house for dinner with, or to their parents house... not because we are made to do it, but because we enjoy it. I want someone to be able to sit at home with and just hang out and do nothing, and still have a good time. I mean, I like being active (bowling, doing stuff outside, going on trips) But, I don't need to go out to fancy places every weekend, I had rather just spend time with them. I have only had that one time, and I let them slip away. The next time, I won't let that happen.

I guess, I am done looking for it. I wanted it so badly that I have gotten bitter trying to find it. So now I am going to let it come to me. I will put myself out there, but I'm not going to expect miracles. And if it comes my way, I'm going to hold on to it, and never let that shit go!