Dating was not meant for bananas, and here is why:

I will be publishing mini-posts here and there, as part of a continuing series capturing The Purple Banana’s whacky and often embarrassing dating life. They’re kind of like short bursts of sweet sweet goo not unlike fruit gushers. Remember fruit gushers? Yeah, *sigh* me too…

Part 1 – Dating is meant for those who really know how to enjoy the moment/like dragging things out. This is NOT for banana-like people who become frazzled waiting 5 minutes for the streetcar. I have always known that I am much too impatient for things to happen so the subtleties of dating, such as exchanging pleasantries and those dreaded small talks, make my stomach feel like I ate one too many bean burritos, which by the way should not be consumed on a date.

I call this "If burritos be the toot of life"