Last date I went on was about 2 years ago. I wasn’t rizz master or anything. But we both gave each other attention and rushed a bit into a relationship. To be honest, I think she would’ve made a wonderful friend.

Anyway. I’ve been called handsome, pretty, and cute by people before. I never believe them, but I’m starting to feel like I should force myself to. Playing to my strengths and all that. I hate smiling because I always do it during retail and so now it just feels odd, but whatever. Bite the bullet and all. Most of my hobbies are solitary, but I’m gonna try to keep at it because more than anything, people want to see that you have a life outside of a partner. Been also participating in more political organizations but haven’t had time to get to know anybody.

To be honest I prefer to wallow in misery, but I’m hoping to fall in love with someone before I get drafted in the US Army and ordered to storm the Taiwanese semiconductor plant. Reminder: the bastards in the CIA and FBI want you to be isolated from each other. A date, even a failed one, is another star on their wall.