On holiday dating

A few years ago, I learned that I'm not cut out for dating different boys simultaneously. Consecutively, sure. I decided to take a second shitty job to supplement my meager income from my first shitty job. First job was in the merchandising department of an evil, near-monopoly media distributer. The second was manning a blown glass kiosk in the mall. It was at the latter that I met Ray and Joe.

Ray was a sweet, young ex-convict who had done 18 months for armed robbery. He was pretty damn adorable while he washed dishes at Friendly's, and routinely brought me free milkshakes.

Joe was a cop-in-training who worked at Cellular One. He asked me out several times before I finally said yes. He did not give me free cellphones, but he did buy me gifts that, had he ever listened to a word I said, he would have realized I would never possibly like them.

I dated them both for about a month. When Ray snuck over to talk to me, Joe would peek out of the Cellular One window. One would be over and the other would call. It was getting bad, and I knew I either had to fess up or choose one. I decided Joe, while not as cute, didn't have a record and was probably the more logical choice (although I suspected him to be a Republican). Ray was a little sad, but said he'd understood.

Ironically, once I finally broke it off with The Republican Cop-in-Training (how weird is that?), he was the one who turned out to be a crazed stalker.

On second thought, maybe I don't want to start dating again.