So it Goes

There's a line in my show... "But, like a rat in one of those experiments I went back... only instead of choosing the cheese I keep choosing the electrocution button..." or something like that.

I decided I was ready to start the dating again. And why not? There's NO reason that I shouldn't get back out there and have some fun... only once again...due to bad habits, inconscious habits, habits formed from unmet needs, it just starts to stress me out. And it's no longer fun.

Was I pretty enough?
Was I funny anough?
Oh shit, I talked too much.
I'm too opinionated.
Is he going to call?
Should I call?
NO I shouldn't call.
WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN????

My brother calls these questions the voices of inner gremlins. I wish they'd just shut the fuck up for 5 minutes so I didn't feel like an emotionally crippled social retard.

Christ.

OH and by the way... is there a rule somewhere that says guys that start out really cool at the beginning of an evening are required after a certain amount of alcohol to turn into the kind of 5 year old kids you find yourself wanting to kick in the face? Or is that just me??

Happy Monday!