The “real date” isn’t happening with the guy I decided I was going to give a shot (re: settling).

Let’s just put at this: he lied, it took him awhile to admit he lied about something that was pretty major, and the lie is about something that I would definitely have considered a dealbreaker right from the start.

It just feels like a colossal waste of time.

Thank Christ I’m nothing but a shell with ash inside of me — otherwise, my feelings would have been really hurt.

In other stuff…the amount of skinny fat on my body is just ridonkulous. I don’t even look like I go to the gym…that being said, my idea of working out is increasingly pedalling slowly on a bike while flipping through a magazine.