About the other night, we went to a restaurant that has crayons on the table. I like crayons on the first date that way if you find yourself, bored and uninterested you can always draw.

The date went well, I didn’t need to draw.

She was smart, entertaining, and not superficial which in its own weird way presented a problem.

There’s a part of me that wants to be Neil Patrick Harris in How I Your Mother. I want to be the shallow, self absorbed, heartless asshole because that’s the person that doesn’t get hurt. It’s easy for that person. He doesn’t have to open himself up and put it all out on the line.

It’s probably why when I started this blogg, fresh off a break-up, I wrote from the angle of the male misogynist.

For me it was a fun way to think of women, but of course that also means that there is nothing at stake. And in the end I want to find that person I can connect with. Who understands me. Because I do believe that the right girl will make me a better stronger person. But for that to happen I do have to be open, vulnerable, and honest and I think that is scarier than getting back on my bike again.

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