Just Another Failed Date Night

So I guess this is where my story of trying to find 'the one' comes to an end. Last night was another attempt at a casual hook-up, nothing serious. We were supposed to meet up and maybe have some fun. Instead, he showed up late, drunk, and all talk about his ex-girlfriend. As soon as we got to my place, he started complaining about the noise level of my fridge, really? By the time he finally shut up enough for me to turn on some music, it was too late. I ended up giving him a quick blowjob just to get rid of him faster. Next time, maybe I'll just watch Netflix solo instead.