Date 1: This date was with a man I met on through an online dating site, I'll call him "Sarge". This was quite historic, as it was the first time I had ever actually met up with someone who had messaged me online. We met over dessert at a nice, hipster (is that an oxymoron?) coffee shop. And though we had good conversation, nothing too remarkable--good or bad, happened.
Due to my fear of being the evening news after having coffee with a stranger I met online and who I was sure would abduct me, I actually had my entire Lifetime movie cast: Rashida Jones would play me, Zac Efron would play the young detective who cracks the case and finds the kidnapped me/Rashida Jones, and Rob Lowe would play the senior detective who takes Zac under his wing and shows him the ropes. Don't tell me you wouldn't watch that movie!
At the end of the date, Sarge asked me if I wanted to go for a walk, and that he had something in his car for me. As we approached his car, images of a staying-strong-but-reaching-a-breaking-point Rashida and a guns-blazing-yes-both-firearms-and-human-arms Zac flashed through my mind. But it turns out he had bought me flowers. So sweet!
We don't have any future plans set, but we texted a bit since our date, so it's not out of the question.
Date 2: I went over to my sister's friend's house to have dinner with her, her husband and a young, single gentleman who I'll refer to as "Tracker". He had a bit of a doe-eyed look about him, and his jeans, quite frankly, were awful. But I told myself that love at first sight isn't for everyone, and that I should at least give him a chance. After all, I'm not gettin' any younger!
We exchanged numbers, and he called me the other night to makes plans for the weekend. Or so I thought...
Before we got to that part of the conversation, he's asking me about where I grew up, the size of my high school, my transition to my new job, etc. See picture below:
I ended up making up an excuse about bowling with colleagues to get off the phone, but we'll be going on a hike on Saturday. I figure I just have to hangout with him once, and then avoid his calls. Because I'm an adult!
"Date" 3, and maybe "4": And you have just arrived at Complication Station, folks! I went out to get drinks with a recent graduate, who we'll call "Coug Bait". You decide if he's recently graduated from college or grad school...
YOU ARE CORRECT! (Think about it, which answer would leave you at Complication Station?)
And we had a wonderful time. We had great conversation and laughs, and it felt more like a date than the previous two I had been on.
The next evening, he invited me to a movie, and again, we had a great time. And if I could feign naïveté about his interest in me the previous evening, he sent a couple non-cryptic text messages after he dropped me off. Nothing aggressive, rude or inappropriate, just fairly straightforward. Straightforward, like I would hope all men would be...
The complication in this scenario is the small circles in which we both run. But I just want to do a Liz Lemon and say, "You know what? I don't spend a lot of time worrying about his feelings. I just know he's super cute and he laughs at all my jokes."
Le Sigh. More schoolboy cookies and rain boots, please!
*Editor's Note: This is what happens when you don't go on a date for nine months, and any date becomes incredibly overwhelming.
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