The Runner

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I went on a date with a man who runs the other day.  Races…  away from me…  It’s okay it wasn’t the right thing.  I know he was interested because he still wanted to fuck me.  I told him to join the que.

My grounds for dismissal were that he is a scientist, and qualitative researchers hold no grounds for scientists.  He didn’t even find my theories interesting.

I did laugh when he said being a moderately committed agnostic was about the most flakey thing you could be.  That’s me!

There was no follow up.

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