I hate dating

And I seem to forget this until hours before I'm supposed to go on a date.

Tonight I'm meeting Dr. Scott (not to be confused with Dr. Paul) for drinks. It just occurred to me that I know very little about the good doctor, since we haven't yet surpassed the "witty banter" phase of our acquaintanceship. First dates are like job interviews, only they are interviews for either a relationship or sex or both. I did not shave my legs or clean my room and as a general rule, I don't go home with strange boys, so the latter is not on the agenda. I did, however, put on ass pants and make an effort to show a hint of cleavage.

Here's what I know so far. He's a doctor. He's cute. He's funny. He lives in my neighborhood. He hangs out at different bars than I hang out at. He comes with a free set of Ginsu knives (or so he claims). That's it.

I haven't had any successful first dates since The Breakup. Either I wasn't ready or we just didn't relate to each other. I haven't gone into a first date knowing that I kinda sorta maybe liked the guy, and dating like that seems weird. Maybe it's just the whole online dating thing that's getting to me, but since I'm not meeting anyone who's blowing my mind a lot or at least a little in the real world, it seems like the only option. If I don't do it, I'll get too used to being alone and end up a spinster with 10 cats, too much chin hair and an addiction to daytime television.

Ugh, did I mention I hate dating?