First dates are… awkward. Not in the bad sense of the word.
They are just odd, mostly because you are spending time with a complete
stranger. One that, in this day and age you have spent a lot of time already chatting
with online. Maybe even trading naughty photos. Maybe. I’m not saying that I do this… maybe. Nevertheless, after seemingly endless amounts
of time, you are now meeting, face-to-face. No hiding behind emoticons.
Last night, I had a first date. With a Swimmer-turned Gymnast-turned Aerial Acrobat. I'll just let that settle into your brain for a second... I thought of how strange first dates are when upon driving down Colorado Boulevard,
a jack-rabbit, frightened out of its fluffy mind, ran out into the street.
Being the strong-tough Daddy that I am, wanted to scream like Caitlyn Jenner at
a Talbot’s sale. I contained myself for
some reason, roughly barking “stupid bunny.” Why would I curb my over-riding
concern for all things fluffy bunny? When it’s common knowledge that if you
know Steven, you know his bunny-loving personality.
First dates. In case you’re interested in the dating life of
the Common StevieB, it went well. Very well, if I say so. But, I have a tendency
to believe that right before I don’t get a second date. See my posts on being the One Date Wonder.
Keep me posted Stevie. I'm sure he had a great time too.
ReplyDeletethey ARE awkward, aren't they? you weigh every word/gesture/eyebrow raise and wonder if you are making a complete ass of yourself.
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