last night, i had one of the least interesting dates i've ever had. i went out again with Buffy Hating Typhood Mary, and he wanted to go bowling with his co-workers.

there were two problems with that:

• it was our third date and it was the third time we went with his co-workers.
• i have no interest in bowling.

i explained to him why i don't bowl (there's an actual physiological reason), but he wanted to go, so i gave in.

his co-workers aren't bad people. despite my anti-social leanings, i enjoy their company. i'm just not accustomed to dating an entire group of people, which is what it feels like. bowling, though, is second only to golf in Sports That Are Incredibly Boring To Watch. fortunately, there was a bar within the building, so i kept myself occupied by getting IDed by the bartender every half hour and watching the UH/TU basketball game on one of the moniters scattered about the place.

let me say it again. i watched a basketball game. only in the most desperate boredom would i watch a sporting event (save for collegiate wrestling, but that involves sweaty guys in spandex rolling around on the floor together).

BHTM and his co-workers seemed to enjoy themselves. i started to enjoy myself after the seventh beer. soon after, the night ended, and i was driven home. it's terrible that the most enjoyable thing about the date was going to bed alone.