Ah, dating
I went on a dinner date tonight with a guy I met through one of the Australian dating sites. He can actually construct a proper sentence with good spelling and grammar, which meant that he wrote a good email, so I thought "why not go to dinner with him?"
I didn't see a picture beforehand, but I thought to myself about how that isn't important. I've met people before whom I don't find instantly attractive and when I get to know them, I start to realise some of the things they do are attractive. But that's not to say I'm not kind of picky about certain things - I hate, hate facial hair (I don't particularly want to kiss a man with a beard. If the guy hasn't shaved for a few days, sure, but not real "I'm growing [insert beard, goatee etc]" facial hair) and I don't like long hair on men, long enough for them to have ponytails. I think long hair suits women. And naturally, as chance would have it, he had a short beard and a ponytail.
Okay, okay, that's fine. We'd been conversing well on the dating site, so go in and have dinner. It was okay. Better than the other date I had from that website, but nothing to write home about. Maybe I just don't get impressed over dates. It was a very short date, too, because he had been up since 3AM working and was falling asleep on me.
Maybe I'm going to turn into the old dog woman and will never feel a spark of romantic connection (I do get frightened when I think of what will happen once my grandmother and mother, my only family, pass away). Or even better, I'll turn into Jane Austen! (although even she had a romance - hello, James McAvoy in period dress ;).)
I think I'll go out with him a second time - probably to a movie. Sherlock Holmes 2 is coming out over here in the New Year.
I didn't see a picture beforehand, but I thought to myself about how that isn't important. I've met people before whom I don't find instantly attractive and when I get to know them, I start to realise some of the things they do are attractive. But that's not to say I'm not kind of picky about certain things - I hate, hate facial hair (I don't particularly want to kiss a man with a beard. If the guy hasn't shaved for a few days, sure, but not real "I'm growing [insert beard, goatee etc]" facial hair) and I don't like long hair on men, long enough for them to have ponytails. I think long hair suits women. And naturally, as chance would have it, he had a short beard and a ponytail.
Okay, okay, that's fine. We'd been conversing well on the dating site, so go in and have dinner. It was okay. Better than the other date I had from that website, but nothing to write home about. Maybe I just don't get impressed over dates. It was a very short date, too, because he had been up since 3AM working and was falling asleep on me.
Maybe I'm going to turn into the old dog woman and will never feel a spark of romantic connection (I do get frightened when I think of what will happen once my grandmother and mother, my only family, pass away). Or even better, I'll turn into Jane Austen! (although even she had a romance - hello, James McAvoy in period dress ;).)
I think I'll go out with him a second time - probably to a movie. Sherlock Holmes 2 is coming out over here in the New Year.