No Mojo
I’m about through with giving a shit about this whole K thing.
This is not a girl that I could have dated long term anyway. First of all, she’s got no sense of humor about herself. Secondly, she’s got no sense of humor about those “Lord of the Rings” movies. Third, she’s nearly impossible to watch a movie with, what with all the
shusshing going on. Lastly, my dad compared her to my Aunt Roberta after she got involved in a heated discussion my dad and I were having.
That’s the kiss of death right there, wouldn’t you think Rachelle?
Anyway, I guess what I’m most disappointed in here isn’t so much that I figured out that I don’t want to date the girl. It’s that I’m 29, she’s 23 and absolutely “in my league,” and I still couldn’t get her into bed.
That’s the distressing part.
In part, I have only myself to blame. The whole “don’t try, just let it happen” thing didn’t/doesn’t work.
It’s all good though. Would I really want to date someone who looked down her nose at me when I made a crack about Sean Astin as the “little retarded kid who wanted to play Notre Dame football?” Would I have the ability to bite my tongue and not do an Agent Smith impression with Hugo Weaving onscreen?