Some people like dating. I am not some people. It makes me nervous. Best case scenario, we fall in love and live happily ever after.
Worst case scenario, one (or both) of us dies.
For me, the dating process begins far before we meet up. In the week prior, I have a lot to accomplish. First off, liquid diet, excessive working out and/or starvation until I get so hungry that I eat an entire pizza. Second, shopping. I inevitably will need a new outfit. Third, waxing, skin care, hair styling, etc. I have to look my best to feel my best. Or at least that’s what the media tells me, so I do it.
Dating is hard enough when you know what you’re getting into, but sometimes I don’t even realize I’m on a date WHILE I’m on it. Sadly, this has happened more than once. The first time it happened, I went out with one of my best friends and two of our slightly older male co-workers. This was bad for a few very important reasons. 1) These guys were technically our bosses. 2) I had a major crush on my date’s brother (and his brother’s best friend if I’m being completely honest). 3) Our workplace was essentially a microcosm TMZ when it involved hook-ups. Imagine my excitement when I heard rumors swirling about 2 possible couples! Now imagine my utter terror and humiliation when I realized I was part of one of the couples.
My friend and I vehemently denied romantic involvement with our co-workers. We shrugged it off and tried to act as normal as possible which probably means when asked about “the date” we would sweat, NED and snort laugh. Things never worked out with my date’s brother and I…or his friend. Sad face.
If nothing else, dating provides material for future stories, and for that I am grateful.
Happy Valentine’s Day readers! May you have as bright and twisted a passion as I have. Thanks for the card! 😉