I have a couple of first dates lined up this week and then another one for the weekend. I’ve been communicating with all of these guys for a couple of weeks, at least. I haven’t exactly been dragging things out, I just wasn’t really in the mood to go on more than one date last week.
Anyway, tomorrow night’s day is pulling this, “where do you want to go?” shit. I hate it. He’s a grown man. He asked me out. In fact, he asked me out several times and kept asking until I was available. And now that I gave him an opening he says, “just tell me where and when”. He asked, he should tell me.
I’m annoyed. But I’ve decided to roll with it. This doesn’t negate any of the other things I like about him. And who knows, maybe there’s some moronic dating expert out there telling guys that women like to pick the place? Anyway, I’ve decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and tell him to meet me at one of my favorite places, someplace completely convenient for me at a time that’s good for me because that’s what you get when you’re too lame to make a plan. And who knows, it could be an amazing date despite his lameness.
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