Hystorically, I'd run...run like the wind...fa' fa' away. I'd sabotage the relationship. I'd roll my eyes and get increasingly disgruntled. Who'm I kidding...I wouldn't even date anyone with whom I had nothing in common!
I'm a NEW WOMAN! Ha! Older, wiser...more desparate...ha! j/k! The Bay Area breeze has dun me good...GQ and I have so little in common. He doesn't really follow sports (whaaaat?) whereas I live and die by my fantasy football scores. He likes reggae music (snooze) whereas I like classic rock and hip hop. He's very "new age-y" (for lack of a better term) whereas I grew up a good Christian girl. He's never, ever, ever mad or frustrated (crazy!) whereas...well, you get the point.
But, I LIKE HIM! And I have fun with him! He's down to try anything! And he MAKES me try things too! It's all pretty new to me...chinese herb doctors, reggae clubs, sustainable sushi restaurants, anything outside of Russian Hill...but its all pretty refreshing.
