Dragging my Dating Shoes

Allright! I admit it - I've been procrastinating. I apologize. Now stop looking at me like that.

I've been dragging my feet on this dating thing. Maddeningly, there's a particular guy I already want to see and/or make out with. Which is a complete pain-in-my-ass because I can't. I think it's fairly obvious God hates me.

What happened to the good old days when you met someone you wanted to kiss, and then you kissed them fairly consistently until you didn't want to anymore? Now there are all kinds of obstacles...

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Dragging my feet. So, the idea is that if I make myself go out with other guys, soon enough I will WANT to go out with these other guys. Without that first person popping into my head as a superior alternative. Good plan? We will see. It kinda sounds like something cooked up by a comedy sitcom character. A plan that inevitably goes awry and brings about the laugh track. But it's what I've got at the moment, so we're going with it.

The first few days of "cyberdating" (God help me...) were mostly a barrage of emails from idiots. And a few "winks" from too-pretty boys in Orange County. No thanks. But two days ago I got an email from a guy I think will be my first date. He's funny, sarcastic (but still knows how to give a compliment), and smart. There will undoubtedly be banter. He almost lost me at "I believe in chivalry and opening doors for women." Who says that? Do it, but don't brag about it. I'm going to give him leeway though, because apparently we must say these kinds of things ("hi, I am a fairly generous tipper") when cyberdating. It's an impersonal medium and we have to make it personal. Or whatever. Seriously though, if I have to open my own door even once on this date, this guy is toast.

See? With an optimistic approach like mine, how could things go wrong?