What I've learned about going on dates is that I hate them. I hate the formality, the remembering of which fork goes with salad and which goes for dinner, the mental screening of inappropirate things to say, the awkward silences that linger between moments when I realize there is nothing more to talk about. On a first date I do not want to hear about ex girlfriends and why they became ex girlfriends, nor do I want to delve into the psyche of someone as he tells me about his fucked up childhood. Everyone has a fucked up childhood. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this whole dating scenario, but I'd rather sit in my room and talk about music with a guy or go to a party and get cheese fries after than be taken out to dinner and a movie. I don't think I'm ready for this crap. Maybe it was because he was 22 and in a different stage in his life and thinking about jobs with benefits and retirement and settling down. Don't talk to me about settling down. I'm going to eat lunch.