You know what surprises me - you would think that after all this while I shouldn't be surprised at all but I am, pleasantly so.
What surprises me is that I can't get someone to take me on a date. A simple date. It could be very simple, as dinner and a movie.
Just a date.
The person puts some thought into it, plans it out, calls me ahead of time, has butterflies in his stomach while I have mine. He makes dinner reservations. I actually get to put on one of my many "date dresses". Just a date. I don't care if it's fucking Applebee's but as long as it's some evening that seems like there's some effort involved. And when we meet he's all nervous thinking, will I like it, like him, will I be impressed. And I'm just impressed that he made an effort.
Something so simple yet so unattainable.
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