Tuesday's Bad Dates...Computer Dating Part 4

I thought it would be worth mentioning the ride home from the bad date outlined last week.

So, I was driving home from the date with Mr. Lie, Cheat, and Steal (it's fun!) wondering if I should just become a nun or maybe sit down in front of Utube and watch every remaining piece of 1970s footage with Marlo Thomas and Mary Tyler Moore to become a better, more polished version of "the successful single girl" when my phone rang. For once, I was actually able to locate my phone and answer it whilst driving. (Usually, I engage in a sort of rummaging, wrestling, struggling, dance to the tune of my ring tone before missing the call completely) I was greeted by the voice of my old friend, Nerd.

I haven't seen Nerd in about a year. He's working in a medical research lab in some fancy ivy league university finding the cure for cancer or MS or viral pneumonia. I get texts and emails and such, and the occasional scientific paper with his name on it as an attachment. I usually can't understand what they say.

Anyway, on this particular night, he called. It seems he was driving home from a date of his own.

"Hmm, I take it the date went really well, seeing that it's 9:30 and you are calling me."

And then we proceeded to talk for the rest of the ride home and longer, bemoaning the woes of dating (me: too many stupid guys who just turn me off. Him: too many smart girls who just turn him off) I told him that I was surprised; I thought that an ivy league school was like, nerd paradise! He bemoaned that lots of ivy league level smart people have absolutely no social skills and many girl nerds have absolutely no interest in personal hygiene.

Oh, man! It's so hard to find the perfect package! (unlike the two people on either end of the phone)

And maybe that's one of the best endings you can have for a bad date: to talk and laugh with a friend on the phone who totally understands you and makes you laugh.