I Was On A Break

Apologies for my 4 month hiatus from posting. Date 2 (reread if you need a refresher) followed by dates 3-6. Because I was actually interested in this guy, I didn't feel a need to go on other dates. Due to busy schedules for both parties, these consequent dates occurred over 3 months. While I would have liked more time in-person, I thought enough of the guy to keep him on the radar. One day every three weeks does not constitute a relationship. I think I fooled myself into thinking that if I was patient, it'd all work out like it should have. It didn't. The last time I saw him was sometime in May and I had very lukewarm feelings; I remember gossiping with girlfriends about all his shortcomings and realized that I no longer liked the guy. Turns out, the feeling was mutual. While I would have preferred to be the one who initiated the end-it text, I responded with, "well, that's a relief." Because it was. 

I enjoyed my single lady status but making eyes at a sexy MBA at a wedding. Turns out, he did not appreciate all things glow sticks so I deemed him boring. I talked to the married groomsmen knowing that the conversations were all innocent (until the one offered to walk me home in between his bumble sessions...). I was asked to join a single groomsman in his hotel room, but I politely declined. Maybe I've matured in my 30's because why else would I turn down an opportunity for a makeout?? To my friends who have known me for years- am I right?

After a month off, I decided to get back on that dating train. I met a guy for Friday happy hour and went into the date with zero expectations. That said, I ordered a tequila drink off the bat because WHY THE HELL NOT. When he arrived, I knew this wasn't going to be the love of my life, but he seemed nice enough. It was a gorgeous Chicago summer afternoon and patio drinks were in order. I can't recall what we discussed, but I wasn't trying to escape mid-first drink either. He did not look like most of his pictures and I found myself wondering if I was on a date with the "personality" guy. When we moved to the shade, however, he took off his sunglasses and I took a double take; he had gorgeous eyes. That plus the tequila had me agree to dinner and a second location- this date was already exceeding my first date duration standards. 

Over tacos and more tequila (I did not stick to my two drink limit, I wasn't hoping for a second date), the conversation flowed easily and I think I even asked him some personal questions. He told me that this was the best online date he'd been on (slay) so we kept it going. I even invited him over for some porch sitting and when he walked into my decidedly messy apartment, I couldn't care less. Another date wasn't in the cards, but a tipsy makeout just might have been. He asked me how he was doing on the date and I told him a solid B-. He took it with grace then pressed for more. While the truth serum was flowing, I might have said something about him being cubbier than a few of his pictures. He laughed. 

Even later in the date, he insisted that he'd be going home because he wanted to go on a second date with me. I was in the complete opposite camp on those issues. Can't a girl have a makeout and never have to see the guy again?  I begrudgingly agreed to the date knowing that I'd have a easy text out at a later time.  Back in the dating game.