It's kind of difficult to write a dating blog when you don't generate any material. The swoon-worthy guy of May turned out to be a dud. My checklist is going ever strong, but I haven't found the a guy who I really enjoy. Update of the last blog entry- the doctor turned out to have the worst bedside manner and was a total disappointment when it came to acknowledging strep throat and a 104 fever (no joke). That coupled with the fact that I couldn't truly be myself around him didn't leave me much incentive to continue the relationship. He argued with me over the tiniest of things which made being around him quite exhausting. This even held true when he kept me on the phone for a full hour when I tried to end our LESS THAN 10 date relationship <-- can I even call it that?
After dating the doctor, I took months off from going on first dates; summer in Chicago is tailored for singleness. I pretended that I didn't notice the fact that it had been months. I got back on the bumble and swiped my little heart out for most of August. I rarely messaged the guys and let our love matches disappear within 24 hours. I wasn't that into it. I went on vacation, I broke my foot, I returned to consider the impending cold weather. I should start going on dates.
I finally met up with a guy who had all the potential of a future husband. We went for a brief cocktail as our schedules would accommodate only that and we didn't want to prolong the first date. He was finishing up a work call when he arrived and texted to that effect. I was a bit annoyed but would later discover that was his modus operandi. He entered the bar profusely apologetic and informed me that this would be the longest stretch that he'd be off his phone (2 hours!). Ok, clearly this guy was a workaholic which made me question our future together. He was funny and laughed at most of my jokes (not even my closest friends laugh at them all) which made me comfortable enough to tell stories about myself. Something about him brought up childhood stories deep from the vault and I discovered that he and I shared similar summer pastimes. I was relaxed and in my element and found the time speeding by. We talked about our favorite restaurants in the city and he invited me to go to his on our second date (a man who PLANS). I was excited. With that, he had to call the date and I swear I hadn't been on a better first date. The known cutoff eliminated the possibility of one too many drinks and gave me a brief window to assess his potential. I was smitten.
I called several girlfriends because the only thing I wanted to do was gush. This NEVER happens.
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