it is my very favourite jeremy’s birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEREMY! i love you more than i could ever say.
so, i’ve come to the conclusion that a coffee date is actually an interview for a first date. at coffee you’re in a safe, public location and you’re only committed to spending as much time with the person as it takes you to drink your extra hot double tall extra foam mocha-frappu-cino-latte (with sprinkles) if you’re not hitting it off.
at the end of the interview, you both walk away checking things off your mental lists: kinda short, nice smile, no jewellry, good laugh, weird hair. if there are enough commonalities or chemistry, then one or the other of you will make contact regarding a more formal first date which might include being picked up, dinner, spirits and at least some level of cleavage-exposure.
dating is weird and uncomfortable. i think there are a whole bunch of rules i haven’t ever learned because i’ve never done it in a normal way. when do you first kiss? does he still take you home and walk you to the door? are five dates in one week too many? when do you introduce them to friends and family? how do you determine exclusivity?
someone should really write a book.
1) while he trying to navigate a difficult interchange
2) never let a guy know where you live, if you must, pretend to live at a homeless shelter.
3) no, but five dates in one day, is.
4) never “its our little secret”. -or- five years into the marriage.
5) when all other women have been wiped off the face of the planet by an unfortunate plague brought to Earth by a seemingly innocuous little asteroid.
Why read a book, when you can consult the dating oracle directly?
Gah, I’m going on a coffee date tonight! And I don’t know the rules!
I’ll let you know tomorrow how it turned out.
i’ve got another one tonight. i really hope this one can talk.
Feh. Dating…
And people wonder why I *like* being single. The whole concept’s an overcomplexified mess, and ultimately you either end up feeling either like you’ve wasted your time, or (if something actually does work) y’just feel dumb for having gone thru an awkward, pointless process that felt more like a losing interview than real human interaction.
I’ll stick with hookers and porn, thanks. Less self-deprecation and / or lowering of ones’ brain cell count involved. :-)
going on dates is SO awkward.
end of discussion
holy hell that’s an unattractive picture! avert the eyes! avert the eyes!
oh shush. you’re as gorgeous as usual in it.
Um, I think the book is Seventeen magazine. ;-)
i do not miss the dating scene. the things i heard from men on our first ‘outing’ was shocking. i used to love calling my friends and trashing the guy (everything is funny in the re-telling).. but ack.. i hated going through it.
HEY! how about me?! that picture rocks! i’m close to col and am getting her gorgeous vibes. gorgeous by assiciation!