Better than bad is not good.

Dating in New York reminds me of a really big pool. A really big shallow pool. Imagine trying to swim in a really shallow pool. There is a whole lot of surface, and not a lot of depth. Like so many of the men that I have encountered in New York. The whole time I am just dragging my ass across the bottom of the stucco pool looking for some deeper, more interesting waters. After a whole day of searching, or a lifetime rather, all I end up with is a chapped ass and scraped knees.

I am on strike.



To be continued...