Wednesday night I went on date #3 with Ken Doll II. I came to a very distinct conclusion:
He’s normal. Totally normal. He doesn’t have a tail or webbed toes or a secret fetish for hamsters. He’s just normal, but not in the boring way either. He’s fun, laidback, and attractive. He has a good job with benefits, an intelligent sense of humor, and owns his own house. He’s normal. I might even go so far as to say he’s a *gasp* catch.
So you know what this means, right?
Due to the laws of quantum relationship physics: if he’s completely normal that makes ME the nut job.
I’m the freak. Total freak. I have commitment issues, insomnia, and an astounding ability to self sabotage relationships. I’m wacky, and not in the cute eccentric way either. I’m slutty, quirky, and uncontrollable. I have a dating blog, a sick sense of humor, and I actually find time in my hectic schedule to make Gr. 2 quality comics like this:
I’m a freak.
