It has been over a year since my last entry in "The Date Manifesto" and it has probably been about that long since my last date. I dated a woman I actually went to high school and college with a few months ago but it really wasn't working for either one of us but she said it first, so I guess she broke up with me.
I am beginning to think that I should take a page from the movie Weird Science. I can just put data into my laptop and it will shoot out a smoking hot woman with intelligence, big hooters, a great sense of humor, and be fanatical about sports and history. I don't ask for a lot. They have 3-D printers now so as soon as I can drop $10,000 on one, I may give creating my perfect woman a go.
Instead what I seem to get comes right off the screen of The Bride of Frankenstein. They are ok looking gold diggers that stay sauced, want me to drop everything I am doing to serve their every need, and start planning our wedding two weeks after we go out. I forgot to mention that they usually start planning me bodily harm after the first month of dating. They wonder why I want to go to strip clubs.
The search continues but I am honestly not being that diligent in my search. They may have to fall from the sky and knock my ass out. The resulting concussion and amnesia would probably be the perfect scenario for me to start dating again.
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