I was out at a bar on Friday night and I met a couple of guys. They were nice and we started talking and we found out that they were comedians (not that funny, I think I was funnier). One of the guys was really nice and cute. And then he disclosed that he sees a therapist because he has A.D.D and takes Ritalin.
Um, TMI. That killed the interest instantly. Good for him that he's getting help and is comfortable enough to disclose it to perfect strangers, but I can't deal with that. We all have our problems. Baggage that we carry around all over town, but aside from the fact that our whole society has A.D.D. I can't deal with a diagnosed disorder. It's hard enough getting a "normal" man to concentrate on something but someone with diagnosed A.D.D? No chance.
As my friend would say.....NEXT!!!!!!!!
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