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Ah! There seems to be a fine line between blogging about life in general and someone’s personal life. Particularly about one’s dating endeavors. Currently, I have some friends who have asked me why I don’t blog about my dating life. Well because I don’t think there is really anything to blog about. It’s a jungle out there. In a way, it can be a bit embarassing. Geez! You don’t want to scare away the prospects. ha ha! What prospects? *scrunch nose* Seriously, how interesting can my dating life be. Hmm.. unless you count the play by play action about how I hack the male ego to pieces. Be afraid, very afraid. I’m maybe petite, but you’re going down. ha ha!

Okay, I guess someone should good chuckle at my dating misadventures.

So let’s check out victim # 1. I agreed to go out on date with this guy that I met online. We seem to have a lot in common. This past Monday, I was suppose to meet him after work at the Virgin Megastore cafe. When I walked in the door, I already wanted to high tail out of the cafe. He looked nothing like his picture which was probably taken a few year back. From that moment on I knew the date was just going to be bad. We decided to get a bite to eat at one of near by japanese restaurant. Let’s just say I was in the ultimate guy seat. And when I say ultimate, I mean, I have full view of who was coming in and out of the restaurant. It was nice. During the whole dinner, I was unable to bring myself to look him in the face. On top of the fact the conversation just wasn’t there. Of course, when the bill came, I offered to chip in. But he refused. Then I offered to pay the tip. He refused again. Personally, I felt really bad, because it was a pricey dinner. So when he asked if I wanted to grab a drink. I felt a bit obliged. We headed over to a local bar in which he allowed me to buy him a drink. I think that the least I can do. During the whole time at the bar, I was spacing out and literally focusing on the exit sign. I was counting the minutes till he finished his beer. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a quick drinker. So it was quite toturous for me. At the end of the date he asked me if I would like to do this again. Let’s just say I hate being put on the spot. I said maybe, when I really wanted to just say no. I thought it was pretty clear that I wasn’t interested. I mean can’t guys tell if a girl is interested, or if they are having fun. Because I wasn’t having any fun at all. The date was like pulling teeth for me.

This is the reason why I don’t date very much.