A Mass Of Humanity

And disturbing…

Asking out a woman I thought was maybe 30. She seemed poised, manages (I think; maybe she’s just a supervisor) a national chain sit down restaurant, and she said no because she was too young.

I thought she was just being polite because I’m old, fat, and ugly.

Then it got really depressing when I asked how old.

At least she was 18.

Sadly, she was only 18.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to die alone. I’m sure I’ll have people unfollow me because they think I’m an old creep.

Maybe she is only 18. She did answer the “What year were you born?” quickly enough, and correctly. Or maybe it’s a standard rejection technique to have that info readily available. She did ask who told me she was older. Sadly, no one did.

At least I don’t suffer from depression because something this sad would send me into a downward spiral.

Oh, wait, I do suffer from depression.