Until recently, it had been more than a year since I’d been on a proper date.
I know, right?
Truthfully, I don’t often meet men that are worth my time, and even more so, I don’t have much time to spare for others. Between maintaining FIVE (!) blogs, a full-time job, three freelance gigs, a volunteer job, and hitting the gym, all while keeping my sanity, I’m left with just enough time for eating and sleeping.
But, of course I don’t want to pass up a great opportunity when I meet someone worth my while.
A few weeks ago, I was out to a fancy dinner with friends, when a man from across the room approached me and asked me to dinner for the following night.
I was flattered, yet unsure because of my previous dating record. I told him I would think about it.
And I thought about it right down to the last minute, when I decided to go. And I’m glad I did because it’s probably the best date I’ve ever been on. We talked, we laughed, and we even danced, all around a great 5-course meal made just for us, and bottles of fine wine.
At the end of the night, he was certain a second date was in order.
In the weeks since, my date has dug himself a deep grave, made of texting.
Yeah, I know texting is the dating/social norm, but that doesn’t mean I have to accept it as “effort” when it comes to dating. It’s not.
I still want the phone call. I want some real work. Put yourself out there.
At this point, I don’t see a second date happening, all because of jumbled communication (leads to shady relationships, no?) via text.
Technology might be so 2012, but dating will always be old fashioned, for me.