It’s a sad thing when a crush dies. I mean – not when the object of your crush dies (!) – but when you realize that you’re no longer interested in them, that your desire was misguided.

Bert and I went out twice in the last week, and on the second date (if you could call it that…) it hit me that he’s really lacking direction in his life, and he’s more than a bit too dorky for me. The guy has no “game” whatsoever. I thought his lack of game earlier this year was on purpose – a result of me having previously dated his friend. But by now that has blown over and there’s no excuse for bumbling around. This week he did initiate the second date, but I had to pick the location – he offered no ideas and left the decision until the last minute. He didn’t offer to pick me up. There was no physical contact – not even a hug. That would have felt forced and out of context, and of course I would have had to initiate it. Another thing: he said he doesn’t like St. Louis, which bothered me. He claims it’s not cosmopolitan enough, but Bert is not cosmopolitan. He hardly ever goes out. He complained about the cost of a soda at Bar Louie. He’s 39 and still lives with his parents (yeah… I was hoping this was temporary but it appears not to be.) Whatever Bert is truly looking for in a city, it’s here – if he looked harder and tried harder.