The Angry Geologist Kisses Frogs

So, I had a date tonight with the guy I met at the bar two weeks ago. Three things will tell you everything:

1) Nice to look at
2) Not a lot going on between the ears
3) Didn't even pay.

I didn't realize people this unmotivated existed in the modern world. He graduated from high school, got a job in the accounting department of the local newspaper (probably counting bills as they come off the printer), lives with his dad because his stoner roommate was running a farm league prostitution ring out of their shared house, and spends most of the time drinking, drunk, or playing basketball.

Ugh. Quality.

I'm pretty sure he was drunk when I got there, and I know that he didn't understand two damn words I was saying. Honestly, I think I carry on more intelligent conversations with my beagle!

Just... no. Not going to go the dating route with him. No.