I was originally going to post this over at Sprocket Ink (yes, I write there now…no I will not be talking about it all the time)
Then I sort of realized that my love life isn’t necessarily news to anyone but The Moms & The Witz. And it’s just barely news to them.
Dates #1 & 2 with…uh…
Crap, I need a clever Internet name for this guy. How about Cookie? It makes sense. Let’s roll with that.
Good dates, some of my favorite restaurants, lots of laughing and talking about travel. And his dog. And all my favorite dogs.
Good god I showed him photos of my various puppy nieces & nephews. But he seemed to be ok with it, so I’m going to try not to kick myself in the ass too much about that one.
It seems to be going well. He’d already noticed my abnormally large pupils and said they were interesting and we saw a man in a fanny pack who I swear to god was wearing women’s pants. But! These are all sort of details that only matter to me. I should learn something, right?? Hmm…what did I learn? THINK DJ THINK.
I’ve learned that I’m not comfortable going on even a first date with someone unless we’ve talked/texted for at least a week. Most people hate texting and think it’s inappropriate for anything other than “short form” messages.
Not me. If we exchange texts throughout the day, over the course of a week I am MUCH more apt to be comfortable with someone. I really like being able to gauge someone’s responses to things I say and it gives me a chance to plan and know where I’m coming from. And that really cuts down on the likelihood of me making a HUGE asshole of myself.
Which, let’s be honest, that’s always a distinct possibility.