The good part of my Saturday date: I've met the guy. He's no longer a maybe in my mind. Initially he seemed fine, normal, friendly even. We talked, he talked more. Then he started saying strange things and launching into conspiracy theory rants. The first half of the time was nice, the second half I wanted to run away screaming.
It's tough dating in your 30s because you have to find someone who's a good match personality and lifestyle-wise. In my case, someone settled with a steady job and health insurance. There is another potential date, and he seems normal. One can only hope...
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