Going fishing

So I've decided to brave the dating world. I've never really "dated" much. Here's a breakdown of my relationship history:

Single single single....
Suddenly I have a serious boyfriend for 3 years.
Break up, single single single....
What's this? Another serious boyfriend, another 3 years.
Single
"seeing someone" for about a month - as close I've really come to dating
Single single single.... ad nauseum

With a handful of what will have to be labeled "flings" strewn about.

Not that I mind being single at all. I'm quite happy without a boyfriend and have yet to feel any sense of loneliness. But I decided, what the hell, let's get out there and check out the options!

I went out with a very nice boy. Not my type at all. I'm afraid that "nice" isn't my type! What a drag!! I'm not saying I like the bad boys, but for some reason when someone is all sickeningly sweet and good and proper... I just want to break a chair over their head. He said "heck" and I wanted to explode in a profanity-riddled rant. I took a swig of my beer as I watched him sip his diet pepsi, and wanted to throw it in his face and jab the straw in his eyes.  DIET pepsi even, come on! Don't get me wrong, I still had an enjoyable evening. He's nice. But he's a pushover, and unfortunately, I've realized that pushovers just make me want to push them over.

Also, he used the word borrow instead of lend - one of my top pet peeves. "She asked me to borrow her $5" ARGH, my ears are bleeding!!!