I was a 27-year-old gay fatso with a knack for bad jokes. I consider myself to be super intellectual but down to earth and a fun ride. I didn’t exactly felt like I looked the best I could, but I knew I had to get out there as I’ve been dealing with a bad case of the dry spell. I wanted to meet someone but I hated social media, dating apps and websites. One of my coworkers was nice enough to take the initiative and set me up on a date. I was pissed, but it only lasted a minute or two. She obviously meant well and thought highly of me. I wanted to work out and lose some weight, shave, and shop for new clothes or do something that’ll make me feel better before the big date, but I had no time to get mentally ready as she wanted me to meet this guy 3 days later. Turns out, he was driving to Orange County to stay with them over the weekend, but he also wanted to meet me. She told me he had tried stalking me on Facebook but I don’t have any social media accounts, so she shrugged it off and thought it was hilarious.