Raining again

It’s annoying how dating is feast or famine. Ok, so after meeting a couple of duds, I ended up going out on a good date. As much as I curse this evil time of year for making me sneeze and cough, the high pollen count did do me a solid. The guy I was meeting changed out of his contact lenses because his eyes were so irritated and wore glasses to our first meet up. Mmmmm, I love me a guy in glasses.

Then that weekend a friend and I went out dancing at the hipster club in my neighborhood. It’s fun to go dancing there because they play music I like and the guys don’t try to grope you. My friend quickly got picked up by a guy and sort of left me dancing on my own. This eventually led to me being approached by a guy. He kept a respectful distance, so who am I to complain? My friend ended the night making out with her guy; I ended it turning down an offer for a "guaranteed good time" (it was sincere and cute in person). But I gave him my number. I used to never give out my number until I tried it a couple of times and realized they never call anyway.

To my utter shock, he did contact me. We swapped a couple of texts then kicked it over to email. From there we got into the pattern of swapping several short emails throughout the day. To my even greater shock, his emails were funny and smart. So we agreed to go for drinks that weekend. At which point I got incredibly nervous. No kidding on how pervasive online dating is, I can’t even remember the last time I went out on a traditional date.