Mark, a middle-aged white guy

Mark, metaphysicLly shrugged his shoulders and said "Meh, I can only do what I can do." As he walks away from hearing "I don't think I'm ready for anything beyond going out for a meal right now. I'm just getting back into the dating pool and *waa-waa-waa-Charlie Brown teacher noise, something, something, nice guy, blah-blah-blah, yakity schmakity*, and he was strolling back to his car, no nightcap (not that he drank), No ravenous dash upstairs as they ripped each other's clothes off, like in the movies(Although thats happened a few times in his 43 years of life, he thought it was a little overrated, because he hated sewing buttons back on the next day). He thought to himself *Three new 2XL button up shirts*, Not that at 5'10" 205lbs he was fat. *Shit shrinks and I like the extra space to hide my dadbod, not that I'm a dad. Well, just me and some porn again I guess* he then rabbit trailed down another line of thoughts and another, as he started his Mini,