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culture, Dating, Dating Is Hell, I hate dating, Love, men, midlife, Observations, opinion, sex
My personal peanut gallery is well-rounded with artists, yogis, intellects, optimists, cynics, neurotics, alcoholics, and family members (usually the most critical). Their commentary on my last date went like this:
He’s so gay.
He’s got a girlfriend.
He’s a moody mother-f’er.
He’s into you and afraid.
He’s not into you.
He was too good to be true.
He has a woman in his life but doesn’t call her his girlfriend.
He’s a guy.
He’s not good enough for you.
And my favorite…
You should go to Ojai.