The Sport of Dating

Ok, This Time it Really Wasn't My Fault

Seriously. So, I have been pretty good about taking the blame when I drop the ball. Maybe I drank to much, or had the audacity to get strep throat, but when I fall behind on my own accord, I accept it. However, I refuse to take responsibility for striking out this last weekend. The reason: I didn't even get to the plate because there was not a single attractive girl out in the city this weekend. Not one! It kills me. How can so many uglies live in one city?

I went out to the ballpark, the Marina (generally considered the best looking part of town), Polk Street, Haight Street and even got to go lay out in the park. In all of my travels this weekend, there was not a single girl that would even qualify as cute. I hate it here. I wasn't even being picky this weekend because I could tell it was going to be one of those weekends. I would have even hit on a girl that was "San Francisco cute" if there was one. There wasn't. It's not my fault.

posted by Chuff @ 9:15 PM