The Colorado Part of Denver
I don’t know how much I’ve shared here about my opinion of dating. My IRL friends have probably heard me complain at least once about it, but sometimes I try to keep my whining to a minimum around here. I’m writing this post without a power cord on my computer so I can’t search old posts. Thus, I’m going to tell you how I feel about dating at the risk of being redundant:
I hate dating.
I think it’s awful. ESPECIALLY first dates. They’re basically torturous, #AmIRight? I spend about 24 hours before a first date considering how to get out of it. I get nervous, anxious, sweaty, more nervous… all around less than thrilled.
I have a lot of married friends and every time I go on a date they go on and on about how fun it must be, and how that would be so exciting, and how if a man has flowers delivered to the restaurant 7 days after meeting each other that is SOOOO ROMANTIC!
via – great article for guys, btw.
No. It’s not. It’s weird. (I promise, one day I will share this story. I know you keep asking for it.)
In short, dating sucks (I almost wrote “blows” but I figured that word combination would bring some googling riffraff around here and they’d be disappointed I wasn’t talking about THAT kinds of date…ahem).
You’re trapped in an environment with a stranger. He could be an axe murderer, he could be a total weirdo, you guys could have absolutely nothing in common, he could be in love with you immediately and then you have to spend a ton of time trying to kick a stage 5 clinger who thought your date was amazing and all you wanted was one of your friends to fake-emergency call you.
Eventually it gets better. After a few dates if you’re both on the same page it could be pretty great, but I almost always hate dates 1-3. They’re so much pressure! (Side Note: This is why I never fully judge a guy after the first date. With only one exception if a guy asked me on a second date, I’ve gone.)
You may be asking yourself, Brittany, what’s your point? My point is this: I had a FANTASTIC first date recently. The guy was good looking, super smart and is good enough at the internet to already know about this space, so I am not going to say anything more about him.
A friend set us up and I was skeptical. She told me lots of good things about him, but like, duh. Of course she thinks he’s awesome. For all I knew he was going to tell me about his dungeons and dragons collection for two hours and I was going to be stuck in a coffee shop with no way to leave.
Instead, it was a great conversation and delicious coffee. I was still nervous. I was still scared and slightly overwhelmed at being “on” the whole time (hello, introverted personality type). But the date quickly turned from “OMG Why did I even agree to do this,” to “it’s been 3 hours and I don’t even know how that happened.”
Eventually we started talking about family. Let me act out this lovely conversation I had with a super smart guy about geography:
Me: I have a half sister and secret sister (LONG STORY) in Denver.
Him: Oh, what part of Denver?
Me: Colorado.
Him: …
And this, my dear friends, is when I became the idiot someone else had to go on a date with.
Spoiler alert: The date went on another six hours so I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a fatal blow. But man, the shoe hurts when it’s on the other foot.
PS. I had to google “first date gifs” for this post because apparently I’ve never taken a photo before/during/after a first date. There are some GEMS on this internet, my friends. Seriously, click all of those links. Well, except maybe the map of Colorado. I’m probably the only one who needs to do some research into that.
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