Updated: Jan 27
I hate this inevitable question asked by potential online dating suitors.
Let's Assess the Possible Responses I Could Answer (Lie) With:
Yoga? No, too impatient.
Hiking? Haven’t in about two years. Haven’t been in the mood.
Sports? Please. I couldn’t catch a ball to save my life. No coordination.
Painting? I actually wanted to pursue this, but Jameth the roommate said I’m too messy to keep an easel in the living room. So there went that idea.
Restaurants? I’m broke and have an eating disorder.
Travel? Yes, but broke.
Museums? I don’t know, I hop from exhibit to exhibit not really absorbing anything in particular. Maybe I’m just not smart enough.
Surfing? Want to teach me?
Photography? Do selfies and screenshots count?
Shopping? See my screenshot below from WellsFargo which reiterates the broke issue. Also can’t stand on trying clothes.
Theater? Just really not in the mood to sit through a musical.
Skateboarding? Please see sports.
Cooking? I’m scared of ovens and heat the clean up. I’ll eat the food though.
Going to the beach? My gosh, I’ve found one!
What is fun? By day I run, make smoothies that have spinach in them and cater to the darlings of the healthcare field. By night, I turn into a vodka consuming brat who attempts to churn out snippets that will give someone a good chuckle.
So there, Dolores, here goes: "What do you do for fun?"
K, you can f*ck off now.