This

Was needed. 

Another day, another date. It was quite a strange one actually. When I met him I thought I quite liked him, but immediately thought he wouldn't like me much. I thought he was a bit arrogant too, truth be told. We met at Waterloo, and had a wander to a pub. It was a bit of a weird one, but quirky in a good way. There was no space to sit, and so we had to stand at the bar. He didn't look down at my career choice, something I often imagine that people would do. And least I imagine they would.

We went downstairs and found a table. It was reserved for someone else later, but we decided to risk it and parked ourselves there. A chatty group of ladies came and sat with us, and we all got talking. It was fun, especially when we told them we were on a date ;-)

He spent a bit of time telling me he was fascinated by the psychology behind narcissism.... 

We went to another pub. We saw this group of three twenty-somethings, a girl and two guys, standing at the bar. There seemed to be a very heated discussion, some finger pointing and wild gesticulating, and one guy in the middle looking very uncomfortable. It was fun to watch. Then the girl came over to us and apologised, and told us they were having an argument about Brexit :-) They hugged each other so they seemed to have agreed to disagree!

My date actually seemed more strange the more the night went on. At first I thought he was "out of my league", but then, for reasons I just can't put my finger on, the playing field seemed to be more level.

We walked back to the station, and parted. I won't see him again. 

Disappointing, as I feel frustrated that not anybody seems to have held my interest at all, and I rarely want to see them again.

What's wrong with me? 

It just never seemed to be so hard before.