I began to wonder why being interesting is such a death knell for my dating life. A fellow and I would be chatting nicely to each other and then the damnable word would escape from his lips and that would be the end of it. Of course, at first that I didn’t understand that it wasn’t meant as compliment because it was uttered in a smiley manner, with the light in the eyes that said, what an admirable girl this is, so how on earth could it be not a compliment, when the truth came in a crashing silence of the telephones. Rinse, lather, etc, it dawn that being interesting seems to be seriously uninteresting.
This is probably the same perverse dynamic that somehow redefined “nice personality” as “plain-looking” or worse. Dating would be easier, I suspect, were it not for the damned code words.