Before I left on my business trip, I got a flurry of emails from guys on all three of the online dating sites that I’m on. I wrote to a few of them and have a few dates lined up in the coming weeks. (Surprisingly, three of the four guys I was corresponding with were also out of town about the same time I was, so it was perfect timing!) One guy I went out with last night.
I’m going to call him “Dean”. Now, when Dean first wrote to me, he wrote me the message in French. (I studied French for 6 years in high school and college, so this is not unusual.) I responded half in French, half in English. (I’m rusty.) Anyway, his profile made it seem like he was a fun, interesting and very worldly kinda guy. Which I like very much. He was kind of cute in his photos, and very playful too. All positive things. But as we emailed and then texted, he started to get too familiar, like “How are you my angel?” And I started getting the “Uh oh” vibe. I do not like too familiar too soon. You don’t know me, I don’t know you – don’t call me “angel” before you even meet me. It’s a pet peeve, what can I say?
We both returned to the US from our respective trips earlier this week. We decided to meet up last night, and after agreeing to a Friday night first date (major date night!), he then sprung on me the fact that it was going to be a dinner date. Well…I don’t like dinner on the first date. Because then you’re stuck with the dude for an extended period of time if you don’t like him. But I was too jetlagged and lazy to think of a good excuse to get out of it, so I let it go, thinking, “it’s just dinner”… Continue reading ‘Too much, too soon’
