I don't get it. You spent much of the last two weeks basically saying "I have a date, not gonna try to make it work because it doesn't matter."
Citation needed.
I think you should put as much time into working on your social skills
I think my social skills are fine.* Let me transcribe some of the conversations I had with my latest date.
Me: You look nice.
Her: Thank you.
Me: I’m not flirting with you.
Her: Oh, I didn’t think you were.
Me: I just see that you made an effort and I’m gonna be better with Flannel Girl, I’m working on that. I wanna acknowledge her beauty. I never used to do that. I do that now. ‘Cause we’re gonna be better than ever.... Just practicing. How’d Tommy die? . . . What about your job?
Her: I just got fired, actually.
Me: Oh, really? How? I mean, I’m sorry. How’d that happen?
Her: Does it really matter?
Me: Well, I don’t have an iPod. I don’t even have a phone. They won’t let me make any calls. They think I’m gonna call Flannel Girl.
Ron: Don’t worry about it. Don’t focus on that.
Me: I
would call Flannel Girl
Insert a discussion of pharmacology (coincidentally, I just got a prescription for Trazodone**)
Her: Are you gonna walk me home or what?
Me: You mean
me?
Her: Yeah, you. Are you gonna walk me home?
Me: You have poor social skills. You have a problem.
Her: I have a problem? You say more inappropriate things than appropriate things. You scare people.
Me: I tell the truth. But you’re mean.
Her: What? I’m not telling the truth?
I probably shouldn't have worn the Eagles jersey though. I mean . . . I'm not even a fan of the Eagles.
*Fine for a shut-in with several anxiety disorders who has been clinically depressed for more than sixteen years. . . .
*that would be the third anti-depressant I'm taking concurrently.