Date night was disappointing. I guess I still don’t really know if it was a date– it didn’t feel like one. I have no idea what a date is even supposed to be since I’ve never been in anything even remotely normal with a guy. If tonight has taught me anything, it’s that I’m boring as f*ck. I feel bad for Dan* and the empty shell he had to sit across from all night.
I’m standing in my empty living room finishing the pizza I already ate too much of, and feeling hopeless.
*name has been changed