Run Away!

A friend called me last night asking for dating advice.

Ignoring the obvious humor to be found in such a situation where somebody like me is asked for advice, I suggested two dating oracles to him, The Ladder Theory, and Jeremy the Perfect Boyfriend (yes, yes, I know that I co-wrote Jeremy, but I think that any insight contained in it comes not from me, but from one of the other co-writers, I just made up the crappy jokes).

I talked to him of the fallacious nature of dating (Christian dating, in particular) and of how deadened I have become to the idea over the past couple of years, and of how those years, not-coincidentally have been probably the happiest and most pleasant of my life. This attitude does have it’s downsides, of course. Recently, I went out with a number of guys after church, and one of them told me about a conversation he had just before heading out to meet us. A girl asked him what he was going to do that night, and he said, “I’m going out to meet up with Peter and a bunch of other guys, but I think it’s just a guys’ night.” She responded, “Well, if it’s Peter, then I’m sure it’s just a guys night.”

Ouch.

So I guess I’m misunderstood. Oh well. I’d rather be misunderstood than heartbroken. But I’d also rather be heartbroken than be eviscerated by mountain cats. So it all evens out in the end, I suppose.

I’m not exactly sure where I’m headed with this, other than to demonstrate my bemused attitude towards dating at the moment. Should any women happen to read this, they can be assured that I hold nothing against them, and that I quite enjoy their company. I just happen to be quite enjoying my journey along the path of least resistance.