So, apparently this is where we say really clever things about ourselves to see if we can attract what we’re really looking for. Does it matter if it’s real…or accurate…or true? Should I say I counted to infinity once, or would that reveal that I’ve already reached the end? How ‘bout that I have mad skillz…like being able to slam a revolving door? Or, would that simply show that I’m good at slamming things, whether it be people I ‘love’ or doors on real opportunities? That Google asks me for the answers to the unknown – or does that just say I’m good at making stuff up, like when I fill out the “About Me” section on a free dating site?
Hmmm...seems like game-playing and, in every game, there has to be a winner and a loser. Since I don't want to be a loser and I don't want to date one, let's just not make it a game to begin with. Even if one of the lies we tell ourselves is that we're only 26, the truth is...we're not. We're grown adults who've probably led - and hopefully shed - a life before we met each other; let's make sure the baggage we're bringing on this trip is filled with ONLY the necessities for our journey and can still make it as "carry-on", and not get classified as "dragging down".
If you like what you see, you’ll let me know. If I like what I see, I’ll let you know. Ditto for what we read, hear, and feel.
We’ll do this from the first moment we lay eyes on each other, virtually, through to the last minute we spend together, out in the real world.
Getting to know each other is a process that’s best done in real time, in the real world, when we're actually present in each other's presence, and when there’s a real connection; not via the written word, while following a script. Pretty words on paper carry about as much significance - and heartfelt sentiment - as the Hallmark authors feel when they're writing our cards for us.
And, each step of the way, we’ll both remember: No response IS a response…it’s just not the one we were, perhaps, hoping for. And, if my phone's not ringing, it's probably you not calling; if you're not with me, you're probably exactly where you want to be: NOT with me.
I smoke and have found that dating someone who doesn't, eventually leads to trouble.
I date within a 30-minute drive time. Any further is a long way to go, especially if there's no *spark*.
Even longer, if there is.
The first date? It'll have to be a quick meet-and-greet, where we see if each other is truly who we said we were...and most, importantly, if that ever-elusive but oh-so-important *spark* ignites. If all goes well, the first date will end with us making plans for the second date...
...and then, who knows?