Sometimes
I feel like I'm in the opening scene of a romantic comedy, playing the girl who
goes on dozens of disastrous dates before she meets the man of her dreams.
Like
this week, when I had a painful first date with a man with a stutter so
distracting that I could not concentrate on anything else. We sat across from
each other as he got caught on his words, pausing for seconds at a time to take
a deep breath and start over again. I tried to ignore it and remain engaged,
but all I could do was watch the clock until I'd decided that enough time had
passed to end the date without making him feel awful.
And
yes, for the record, I feel like a horrible person. Such is internet dating.
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