Things realized in just two days:
- My posture could be much better. ("I feel like I'm your mother when I want to say sit up straight." - My boss.)
- I'm too picky because I'm 26 and single. ("You're just going to get pickier as you get older, making it harder for you to find a boyfriend." - Fatherly man in his 50s, Ted, at Cafe Luxembourg whose 30 year-old daughter is picky, too. I guess I can't expect anything else when asked "Are you in love," I answer with "Yes, with myself!")
- I can be forgettable. ("Where did we meet again?" - Guy I went out with twice. Granted, it was two years ago, but still...what is the statute of limitations on remembering dates? We really do need "Dear Gothamist.")
- Glasses make me look smart. ("You look smart today." - Co-worker)
Next steps:
- Be open-minded. Until he mentions how much he likes Creed.
- Make an impression. Like have such a terrible date that there is no way I can be forgetten without partial lobotomy.
- Wear glasses when smarts are required. Or when eyes are too bloodshot from previous evening to wear contacts.
- Sit up straight. (This is actually reasonable.)
