Meanwhile

I took several chair naps at work today and wondered what it was going to take to pursue a dream, any dream so I won't have to scroll through my phone at the end of the day looking for someone to keep me company on the walk home.

I have a date/meeting Thursday with an internet guy I am not interested in. I'm mostly going because he was so obnoxious about my lack of full body shot pictures and asked me to describe my body by comparing it to one of the women on the cast of Living Single. I just want him to see what he's never going to get. This guy also told me he thought he might be sterile (even after a preamble of wondering aloud why he was telling me this), and has a cat (I'm allergic). We disagree on almost everything and I'm dreading this with most of the fibers of my being. But I am making myself go because there is a tiny, tiny chance that I'm wrong and I'm averaging about 1 date per year. A part of me feels guilty because I assume since he keeps calling that he's interested and I'm not telling him that I'm pretty sure I'm not interested in him. Still it's nice to have male attention that I'm indifferent about. I'm not hoping he wrote or called, or getting my gut twisted over every little thing.

It cracks me up the e-mails I get from this dating site. They are from The Black People Network. It's so official sounding, like there is only one and now I'm a part of it. Reminds me a little of how my Mormon friends date, all networked and registered when they move to a new city. Still cracks me up. It's like I'm getting a message from the mothership.