I'm a little suspicious of romance. I know, I'm literally writing a dating blog, but the traditional romance thing just doesn't do it for me. I'm good at the talking, and I'm good at the DOIN' IT, but buying flowers? Idk, man.
That's why I was surprised to find that, halfway through date #3, I wanted to ask if I could kiss her. I didn't ask and I didn't do it, but imagined it. In my head it was soft and slow, and didn't immediately lead to hot car sex. I imagined us exchanging winky-faced texts and like...making dinner together. Who even am I? Truly, reader, she was just so sweet. Newer to dating women than me but around the same age. Curious, funny, smart. Quite smart, actually, in all the ways I value. Reads books. Emotional intelligence. Self-awareness. There are myriad reasons things do or don't work out, but it seemed noteworthy for me feel attracted to someone in this way. I'm going to ask her out again.
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