Role Reversal

Fig. 1: Dating feels like this sometimes.
Last week, Neutral and I went out on a “date”. (I put “date” in quotations marks because on my end, it didn’t feel like a date.)
We rode around town, visited the Atlanta Food Truck Park – it was vacant when we got there and we were turned away; this was right before the city shut it down — then we ended up in Decatur to attend the ATLTweet Reunion. I was hesitant about bringing him, and that increased as we talked throughout the day and I found out just how little there was beneath Neutral‘s surface. But he agreed to go and I figured it might be interesting for us to interact in a different social setting.
Needless to say, Neutral barely shifted his ass out of park.


