another date

i had a date last night. it was awful. nothing much else to say. he totally misrepresented himself. when he said he was an artist i was thinking "graphic artist" "designer" "fine artist with really cool art related day job". he's a 42 year old painter, former actor, who works at a movie store and i couldn't tell if he had just showered or was sweating a lot. i mean my expectations were low, but not that low. so depressing. i came home and had another beer to wash away the lost evening and woke up to a hangover. talk about adding insult to injury.