let's skip the small talk

I don't think I'm built for dating. Maybe there are people who just don't date. Maybe I'm more the short fling/long-suffering relationship type. I mean, my last two relationships/flings were with guys I met at bars and then proceeded to fall head over something for them.

It must be the small talk factor. I mean I like to know that you like cream in your coffee and that you love love love half french vanilla, half coffee at Timmy's, but not usually until I actually care about you at all. And when we first meet, to be honest, I want to know who last broke your heart. How it injured your psyche, permanently. How you view life out of clear, instead of rose colored colored glasses now, making you slightly cynical, meaning you will understand my brand of humour- a little off-centre. Maybe later down the road, when we've just woken up and had some snuggles and decide to hit up a Timmy's for some bagels and coffee (but preferably a cute little café) will I really take notice of how you like your coffee, because by then, I might acutally care.

So maybe I do skip the dating thing. Straight into the intense with the details later, seems to be more my style. So if you're wondering about the blind date this weekend, consider the above some type of rationale for the sad show that ended up with us considering why our friends thought us so pathetic to need some 'help' in the love area. If ever I need some 'help' in the love area, it's staying away from the broke, artistic, unstable types. This corresponds perfectly with my non-dating dating style. So, if you're out there, and you hate small talk as much as I do, perhaps we'll meet some day and head straight into the rollercoaster ride that avoids small talk and heads straight into the life-altering/psyche-scarring stuff.

Three things that I'm grateful for since my last post:
1. Red wine
2. Sunshine and great weather while riding Sunshine this weekend
3. Red wine, my fireplace and Hunter S. = enough down time to assuage/enhance my slight depression over my failure as a dater/small talker.