Last night, I understood the meaning of "bored to tears" and "eyes glazed over." About 2 months ago, I went on my first post break-up date with a very nice, although not very attractive, man. He picked me up in a nice car, took me to a nice movie and a nice dinner. But he didn't talk. He answered my questions with two, maybe three words...and then silence. At first, I went into therapist mode and asked question after question. Then I got tired, and simply listened to the faint ticking of my watch: tick, tock, tick, tock. When he ordered a second beer instead of paying for the check, I almost groaned. Then I went to the bathroom and texted my roomate. The neverending date from silent hell.

Last night, I realized that the neverending date from talking hell is even worst. I went on a very nice dinner with a very nice boy I met online. On our first date 1 week ago, I noticed he didn't really ask me anything, ate with his mouth open, and talked with his mouth full. Eww. Remembering my post break-up resolution to not be so picky, I decided to give him a second chance. He still didn't ask me anything, ate with his mouth open, and talked with his mouth full. Eww. Adding insult to injury, he KEPT TALKING. About his sports injuries, how he got into acting, what kind of personality his sister has. And there was no way to respond beyond smiling and nodding. Nothing to latch on to, nothing to go on a tangent about (mostly because I was SO disinterested). I finished dinner, thanked him, and ran away to buy a book. At least that would keep me entertained!

Seriously, where do these guys come from?