We went for a hike. It was a beautiful day. Lots of people out and about.
Then he invited me to lunch. To a place I’ve never been. It was good.
But I wasn’t a very good date. I was bored. I was distracted. I was not talking much at all. And I wasn’t hiding my boredom very well either.
It wasn’t not fun. It was ok. No sparks, but he didn’t have any blaring faults. He talked bad about his exes. Since most people do that I can hardly fault him there. He talked a lot. But mostly probably because I wasn’t.
The funniest part was that it was more than half way through the date when we realized we didn’t even know each other’s names. Lol. Now that was funny.
My head wasn’t in the game. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel like going through the motions as much as I just wasn’t all that interested in anything, not even eating.
He tried to engage me with talk about sex and I simply couldn’t be pulled out from this fog. But I did enjoy people watching. That still fascinates me.
I’m home. I took a heavy dose of THC. Wanting to drink, but won’t.
Maybe I’ll just repeat last night: bubble bath, orgasm, sleep.
Nothing else sounds appealing.
I’m in a blah kind of place. Not sure anything or anyone can fix that.
Well……I talk to my therapist tomorrow.