Suitor #1, update: So, date #3 (apparently a high stakes date)... don't tell me you already know I prefer beer when I remind you. Don't tell me you already know I'm smart when I mention my law degree. Don't make me sit outside when it's 100 degrees and I've joked sweetly that I feel like I'm going to melt.
Don't tell me that you want a definition of dating. "What does that really even mean anyway," my ass. Don't tell me that you're a mess right now and don't know what you are doing. Look, I understand that you married young and now you're single and dating is new to you, but it's not rocket science. Either you have a connection with someone, and you're open to seeing where that connection leads (even if it may be -gasp- commitment) or you don't. Don't tell me just because you're not "head over heels" for me at this particular stoplight and won't be "getting down on one knee anytime soon" means that you don't know what you're doing. Like I said, with dating, we all figure it out as we go. Either you're open to something eventually turning into a committed relationship or you're not.
Don't make sexual innuendos all night but refuse to be affectionate with me in front of your friends. Don't tell me we need to make out at the end of the night "to see if there's a spark." A spark, again, is something you either have or you don't. You ramming your tongue down my throat should not be the litmus test for "the spark."
Even if I cave, and we kiss (and it's good), don't tell me at this point that "that was a good connection." Really?! You didn't notice our connection on the other two non-make out dates?
At this point, it's up to him to make the next move. I'm not texting to say thank you. I'm not "seeing what you're up to this weekend." If you buck up and realize what could potentially be, I'll hear from you soon.
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