dating makes me feel a little bit gentler towards my ex-boyfriend’s idiocies.
like how the first several years we were friends he would tell these super-random “revealing” dating stories and i would be like “uh-huh” and “you told me that story before” and “seriously, you’ve told me that story so many times and it’s a super-long story about a boring date and how could a story about a boring date be anything but boring, can we talk about something else?”
i recently caught myself telling someone i really didn’t know about a friend asking me if i had been a sex worker in the 90s and about aliza’s abortion art project and i had a sudden understanding of dating mode and went back and unjudged him a little. he didn’t know what else to talk about and also guys always want to prove they’re “sexual.” you and everyone else, but good job, sweetie.
if i’m going to tell random stories about myself i much prefer tumblr. “would i rather be here or would i rather be on tumblr?” this is my dating metric.