May 2nd, 2014
We’re sitting in a booth at dinner getting to know each other, and when she finds out I’m studying psychology in school, and won’t stop asking about mental disorders and specifically what people with severe depression act like. When I offered to pay, she began hysterically crying. I dropped her off, and within 15 seconds of her getting out of the car, I got a text asking to go on another date–she wasn’t even inside her house yet. Maybe she thinks I’ll be a free psychologist?