It must be me

That date last month was my first on-purpose date in over a decade. One where it was clear, to both parties, that it was a date. We had a great time, great conversation, and fun. But that was it, the end, no more.

I used to think that I just needed someone to give me a chance. Well, I had one. And got the same results.

I used to think that I hadn't been on a date since I had changed so much, so it would be very different now. Well, it was. I wasn't too nervous, or shy, or whatever. But the end result was the same.

So the only common factor is me. Something about me is un-date-able. That's nice.