It's confession time. I guess. Yes, I had two more dates lined-up with two different women, but I cancelled one because my sons were home and they wanted to do something with me. The second one was going to be a long date; this other woman asked me to go to a college football game with her. She said she knew it was an unusual first date, but she thought I might like it. Actually, I liked the idea, but when we were talking on the phone I was walking through Home Depot and I realized that I wanted to work on my current project more than I wanted to go on a date with her. I guess that's not good, but I just didn't feel like going home and taking a shower and getting ready for the game.
Then there's another one who's been bugging me via email (that was probably a mistake) and I know her name is Michelle, but I don't really recall who's who and they all seem like old ladies. I don't care about age, but I don't want an old lady of any age. I'm ready to kick @ss and set the world on fire and they seem to want a loving grandpa type. I'm a loving guy, but d@mn, I've got a sh*t ton of stuff to do and none of it includes shuffling around complaining about a bad back and blown-out knees.
So there, it's out in the open. So far, I've been a terrible date (or non-date). I think I'm going to start preparing for another ultramarathon; there are a lot of @ss kicking women at those events.
