T and I talked extensively about my pondering about the stereotypes of bitchy girls, and how nearly everyone I’ve dated, especially the last couple of years, has been incredibly nice. I wondered if the stereotypes were bullshit, which was mostly a leadin to realizing that I’m specifically attracted to people I’d describe as sweet. While I think some of the people I’ve dated might take offense to that, behind closed doors they’d probably admit their hearts are much bigger than they’re willing to expose to the general public. How do I have an eye for this? Today, xkcd has the antithesis.

Shits been making me feel old, and partly as a consequence, it has triggered reconsideration of a few aspects of dating. I got an email from K the other day wherein we were discussing our schedules for the fall and how we can probably only hang out on weekends. This reminds me of my recent conversation with C about how dating is usually seeing someone once or twice a week and his surprise at that. Which leads to recalling M’s assertion about not being able to manage that amount of time, more weight on her being confused and not being able to deal with trying to figure it out. It wasn’t ever about spending time with me being a problem, but confronting the issues that my feelings were bringing up.

I once dated a girl, who…