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Dating is tough, especially when you meet someone with a questionable sense of style. I went out with this guy, let's call him Gary. Now, Gary seemed nice, but his fashion choices were... bold. He shows up wearing socks with sandals, and I'm thinking, "Is this a fashion statement or did he just forget to put on real shoes?" I try to give him the benefit of the doubt, but then he proudly announces, "I'm bringing back fanny packs." Now, I'm all for nostalgia, but the '80s called, Gary, and even they don't want their fashion back. I couldn't help but imagine us going on a romantic stroll, him with his fanny pack, and me pretending not to know him. Needless to say, our fashion senses were just not compatible. I'm looking for a partner, not a walking fashion disaster.
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So, there's this guy I know, let's call him Mark. He's one of those tech enthusiasts who loves throwing around big words without explaining anything. We're chatting, and he goes, "I've been dabbling in neural networks lately." I'm nodding like I have a clue, but inside, I'm thinking, "Is that a new kind of workout routine?" I try to keep up, so I ask, "What exactly do you mean by neural networks?" And he starts talking about algorithms, nodes, and layers. I swear, by the end of it, I felt like I needed a degree in computer science just to understand his coffee order. Note to self: if a guy starts talking about neural networks on the first date, he's probably not looking for a romantic connection—he's looking for a coding partner.
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Hey, everybody! So, I recently went on a date with this guy. Let's call him... well, let's just call him Dave, because I never want to date a Dave again. We decided to go to this fancy restaurant, and I'm thinking, "Great, this is going to be a classy evening." But no, as soon as we sit down, Dave looks at the menu and says, "Do they have anything here that comes with a side of chicken nuggets?" I'm sorry, what? Are we at a Michelin-starred restaurant or a McDonald's drive-thru? I try to keep the conversation going, and I ask him about his interests. He says, "Oh, I'm really into extreme ironing." Extreme ironing? I didn't even know regular ironing was a thing people still did! So, I'm imagining Dave on a mountaintop, ironing his shirts while dodging avalanches. Needless to say, there wasn't a second date. I can handle extreme sports, but extreme ironing? That's where I draw the line.
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Have you ever met someone and thought, "This person must be from another planet"? I met this guy, let's call him Kevin. Nice enough, but he had this habit of using words that made absolutely no sense. We're having a conversation, and he says, "You know, I'm really into quantum gardening." Quantum gardening? I didn't know if he was trying to impress me or auditioning for a sci-fi movie. I asked him, "What's quantum gardening?" And he goes, "It's like regular gardening, but with parallel universes for the plants." I'm just trying to imagine explaining that to the neighbors: "Oh, don't mind my garden. It's just hopping between alternate realities right now." Needless to say, I didn't stick around for the quantum gardening lessons. I prefer my reality a bit more down-to-earth, thank you very much.
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