Ambassador Dating

Guys, dating is hard for me.

I mean, I think it’s hard for most people, but I think it’s harder for me than it is for them.

There are girls out there – wonderful, smart, beautiful girls – who have given me their phone number of their own free will and volition, and I have yet to call them.

Call it anxiety, or call it cowardice, it’s an inhibition.

Sometimes, when I DO manage to work up the nerve to ask a girl out after nearly eight (8) months of psyching myself, I feel like my goal for the evening isn’t even to score a love connection, since that’s probably too much to hope for.

The goal is just to make a good impression.

I think that, if I can show a girl a good time, she’ll go out and tell her friends, “You know, that nervous, shy guy with the beard?  Kinda nice, and hardly sketchy at all.”

That way, the NEXT time I ask a girl out, it may only take seven months.

A Good Meal

Do you guys like food?

I like food.  Food is great.

Food says a lot about you, too.

Right now, I’m the kind of guy who goes to the store and gets food in ready-made packages.  Shrink-wrapped pizzas.  Individual string cheese sticks.  Salad kits – for one.

One day, I want to be the kind of guy that looks hot and manly wearing an apron, frying meat on a stove or grilling it on a… grill.

Or maybe I’ll be baking a cake – not from a box with a red spoon printed on it, but from the flour and sugar and milk that I measure out myself.

Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll make a soufflĂ©.  It could happen one day.

And then, when the dish is all done, I can bring people together – people from every corner of my house.

Then we sit together, and we eat together.

Really, what good is a meal if it isn’t shared?