|Remember when Alex P. Keaton had two dates to the prom? |
He sucked at this too.
I can't keep anything straight: Is this the one that has the shellfish allergy or was it the other guy? Is this the guy with two sisters or is he the one with four brothers? Is this the one who studied abroad in France or is this the one that's never been on an airplane?
I'll even slip up a few times and say, "Let's grab some ice cream." And, he'll say, "Anna, you know I don't eat dairy. I've told you that a million times" Then I'll mumble, "Oh! You're the one that is lactose intolerant. Right." It's totally obvious that I'm a fuck-up at this.
And, frankly, it takes too much time to juggle two guys. Quizzo on Thursday with the first guy. Dinner on Friday with the second guy. Dinner on Saturday with the first guy again. So many meals, so many drinks, so many conversations to potentially mess up: Who has this much time to devote to seeing men anyway?
Count me out. I prefer to ruin one relationship at a time; ruining two at once is like fighting a war in Iraq AND a war Afghanistan and how dumb would that be?