On Tuesday, I was approached by a cute, twenty-something who asked for my number and a date. As a grown-up, adult (and flattered) chick, I agreed and told him to call me.
Good, right? A healthy dating life should happen at sometime. And if the guy really wants to go out with me, then why not?
Because this is foreign territory.
I dunno how to handle a first date, especially unsolicited. How does one act? How does one dress? Necessary precautions? Protocol? It is a bloody foreign world to be.
And that doesn't even address the whole having-an-ex-who-is-moping-because-I-am-recovering-faster-than he-is thing. I don't want to hurt him, and if he found out somehow, he would be hurt.
And, because I had a conflict, I canceled. The boy wasn't surprised - I guess he guessed when I didn't really interact with him from the start. But I feel like an @&$)#*^ for leading him on. It is sort of mean to give out the impression that I am available and not crazy when, well, I'm not.
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See, I'm one of those people who does not understand the concept of dating randoms, so I find this whole thing both intriguing and slightly bizarre.
well a date doesnt mean a relationship, right? next time you're approached, just go for fun. and come back with a story :)
I agree with CA: Doesn't have to mean you're serious or anything. Who knows? Even if you're not into him then maybe it could become something later on???
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