The other day I talked about a date I went on with an Indian woman I met online. It was a bit of an awkward start since we didn't see each other and it was raining. But I thought it was fun. I hadn't heard from her for a couple weeks, so I told her it was cool. She responded that she'd still like to talk. I then emailed her today asking how everything was going.
Aaaaaaaaaand (you can probably predict it) she said we have "a lot of differences and approaches to life (read: I'd rather be one of those women married to a ghost or my dog)". And wished me "luck" in my search.
I realize I have a few extra pounds, but what motive could I have to maintain a consistent effort on that when nothing still works?
If women are passing thru, don't heed this request for my benefit. But if there's a guy you know who's sub-6, and you think he likes you, hang out with him. I'm not suicidal, but I remember being so. Life is too short and precious to further the misery of others.
Aaaaaaaaaand (you can probably predict it) she said we have "a lot of differences and approaches to life (read: I'd rather be one of those women married to a ghost or my dog)". And wished me "luck" in my search.
I realize I have a few extra pounds, but what motive could I have to maintain a consistent effort on that when nothing still works?
If women are passing thru, don't heed this request for my benefit. But if there's a guy you know who's sub-6, and you think he likes you, hang out with him. I'm not suicidal, but I remember being so. Life is too short and precious to further the misery of others.
