What the fucking is wrong with me?

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>Be me.
>Settling down to sleep, comfy, decide to check Tinder on a whim.
>Matched with a girl nearby.
>Suggests going for a drink tomorrow. I accept.
>...invites me to her place, as she is in bed.
>Too comfy and tired, but looking forwards to the drink.
>Not really looking forwards to the drink. Might just unmatch and surf the bed in my bathrobe.

What the fuckity fuck is wrong with me? She is a good looking girl, younger than me by a few years, and pretty much invited me over for a booty call. If we go out for a drink, that in mind, the chances of getting lucky are good. The best bit is, unless this is her method of serious dating, chances are it's just a fun hookup.

But I can't summon up the motivation for it to seem like a better option than staying at home. Something has to be fundamentally broken inside me. I'm also fully aware that some people would literally stab me and wear my face for this opportunity.

>I posted a while back, about having never fallen in love, or even being able to hold interest in a relationship.