I know it may be hard to believe*, but I generally don’t spend a whole lot of my time dating. I mean, I can indulge in online dating with the best of them, but that’s never really worked out in my favor in the long run. I’m not very good at convincing the male half of the population that I am mysterious and date-able.
*Unless you’ve been reading this blog for a while.
But every now and then, a guy comes along that convinces me that dating is absolutely fun and worthwhile.
Being asked out is fun. It’s exciting and fills the world with all sorts of possibilities. But then, trouble strikes.
There is always a flurry of activity as I try to remember how to be a real girl – one who has a working knowledge of eyelash curlers and a steady hand at eyeliner and mysteriously perfectly white teeth.
All of this is to achieve the apparent goal of looking like a perfect stranger by the time the aforementioned guy comes to pick me up.
I do not know why this is. I have to assume it’s not just me who does this. But either way – dating is really confusing and complicated and requires a remarkable amount of preparation.
So maybe some day I’ll actually date someone long enough to just stay in.