Dates

This post by Young Old Crone got me thinking about the dates I've gone on in the past year. There's been the guy who didn't like to do anything on the weekends, the guy with a unibrow, the guy who might be a bit racialist, and, my favorite, the guy(s) who thought it was a date when I didn't. Although that might be more my fault than theirs. Still made for an uncomfortable evening, though.

The worst, though, has been the ones who wish to impart some tidbits of knowledge to me. It may not be that they intended for me to interpret this as though they believe me to be an idiot, but, alas. From the post last week with Mr. "Colombia is a dangerous place" to the unibrow, who offered to read my graduate school admissions essays because, "It's always a good idea to have others review them." This, from a person who had told me, rather proudly, that he "only failed two classes in college." I believe my response to that boast was, "....okayyyy." Maybe it's because I tend to assume that everyone knows the same things I do (hence my disbelief when people didn't know what Bastille Day was), but "helpful" tips such as those just make me angry. Maybe because I then think that they imagine themselves as the worldly, intelligent man guiding a woman through the world. Maybe I read too much into it. Either way, it's the fasttrack to farewell-ville.