i joined an online dating site. excited, i thought, 'let the fuckathon begin!' although so far it's less a fuckathon and more a slow, faceless correspondence. finally i did go on a date, and the dude had passable looks and was semi-literate and not a total bore. (score!) but he did do this weird thing: compulsively pulling lint off my shirt, etc. and he pulled my hair when we were saying good-bye, but i took the physical gesture as encouragement.
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