My dating history is a long string of one time dates.
I guess it's been all about the thrill of the hunt.
Either that, or I was talking the talk, but not walking the walk.
This wasn't a date, but it was a weird waste of time:
It was the last day of the quarter at my university and I was reading in the lounge area of the student union. This guy sat down nearby and started a conversation with me about the weather. No surprise there. But he proceeded to talk about the weather for HOURS. He was a meteorology student. Obviously, he could not have been that boring, but I was amazed that someone could go on for that long just about the weather. I think I eventually must have said I had to go home. Everybody else was leaving.
I was known for being a good listener then.