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I have developed a new ritual recently. If I'm home on a Saturday night (which is most Saturdays) I will watch the Sex and the City mini marathon on Arena. Tonight in one episode Carrie described first dates as being too much like job interviews with martinis. That, in a nutshell, is my qualm. That atmosphere seems so forced and generally not conducive with having a good time. Considering my natural disposition towards nervousness and anxiety, and the fact I tend to ramble uncontrollably or completely freeze up in such situations, first dates are not my forte.
It also doesn't help that there is this unspoken social pressure that it's not simply a first date but a full blown serious relationship that lasts a minimum of 18 months. Maybe I wouldn't feel this pressure if I knew people who dated. But I don't. Outside the realm of television, I have not seen a single person have relationships that lasted only a few weeks. It's either Single with a capital S or in a Serious Relationship.
On a completely different topic, my room seems to be a breeding ground/all you can eat buffet for mosquitos. There has to be over a dozen hovering on my ceiling right now, even though I sprayed them two nights ago. I don't know where they come from or why they choose my room.
I should probably attempt sleep considering I'm seeing my sister tomorrow. Hopefully she can enlighten me to the realm of dating, though I doubt it considering she married her first boyfriend.
It also doesn't help that there is this unspoken social pressure that it's not simply a first date but a full blown serious relationship that lasts a minimum of 18 months. Maybe I wouldn't feel this pressure if I knew people who dated. But I don't. Outside the realm of television, I have not seen a single person have relationships that lasted only a few weeks. It's either Single with a capital S or in a Serious Relationship.
On a completely different topic, my room seems to be a breeding ground/all you can eat buffet for mosquitos. There has to be over a dozen hovering on my ceiling right now, even though I sprayed them two nights ago. I don't know where they come from or why they choose my room.
I should probably attempt sleep considering I'm seeing my sister tomorrow. Hopefully she can enlighten me to the realm of dating, though I doubt it considering she married her first boyfriend.