My palms get sweaty, my knees get weak

Yes, I’m “dating”… I just haven’t been talking about it.

I had three dates with the old roommate which turned out very nicely.
And by that, I mean, I want to go out with him again.

Date #1: Happy hour at the Winking Lizard
Date #2: Dinner at Johnny Mangos
Date #3: Dinner/yummy strawberry dessert at La Dolce Vita
Date #4: was supposed to be DVD night — but I was so run down from the day of work, I cancelled. (Which sucks because I have to wait to see him for another week). I always feel like such an asshole when I have to cancel plans. But I know I would have been dreaming and drooling all over the arm of the sofa by 8 o’clock… and I was — only, it was my couch.

Last night I had a dinner date with someone new. Cool to have a conversation with someone that can “read” you and can understand your personality and character all by just listening (expected in his line-of-work). How can I gain that trait? I talked WAY too much, but at least I didn’t get wasted. Went to dinner at Lopez on Lee in the Heights. (Yes, another night of margaritas and enchiladas, but seriously, WHO is complaining?) Finished with a night-cap at Manja in Lakewood. Oh, and he did the Madison Crawl! (Love when people from Lakewood know what the hell I’m talking about!) Worth mentioning: brought me a box of chocolate when he PICKED ME UP for my date, in which he OPENED ALL DOORS and HELPED ME WITH MY COAT, waited for ME to eat FIRST, and even walked street side. Chivalry: not dead with this one. Totally a southern thing. Date #2 set. We intend to do a tour of foods.

Unfortunately, I have to leave out the entire portion of Asia and most of Maine.

Which said situation prompted many questions while on girls’ nights by summary of: areyouseeinghimseeinghim? whereisthisgoing? doyouseepotential? longterm? shortterm? funterm?

Which brings about a great point in the “status” of relationships. If, say, a guy I have no interest hits on me in a bar and asks if I’m dating someone, the answer would be “yes.” (Well, it’s not a lie). But at the same time, if someone I had potential earth-shattering chemistry with asked if I had a boyfriend, the answer would be “no.” (No, I don’t want one right now should be the proper response). Do I enjoy the company of men — doesn’t everyone? Do I enjoy the dating rituals — most of it. I’m psycho-nervous prior to meeting someone on a date. I can’t figure out the methods of my madness. I’m talking sweaty underarms/palms/forehead, pacing around the living room, calling one (or all) of my closest girlfriends to have a pre-date pep rally.

Every time.

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