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Finding the Line

So, I’d mentioned a good (first) last week…

Since then, I’ve seen that same man a few times.  3 to be exact. And, because I thought he’d care, I told him about the blog.

So here’s the deal. I’m not sure what any of that means. It could mean absolutely nothing. 3 dates is, really, nothing. I’ve become allergic to moving too fast. Completely incapable of leaps of .

What I do know is that I’m going to have to find some of line that both he and I can feel comfortable with. One where I write about my dating life, but kinda leave the details out of it (even more than I already do).  If that’s possible.


I do have a for you.  Our was supposed to be a walk along the river.  But it was an oppressively hot day and neither of us really wanted to be outside.  He suggested drinks at a place in my ‘hood (which was very kind of him as I was still not feeling 100%).

We got a table right away and he went up to get us drinks (seltzer for me).  While he was away, I was randomly looking around the room.  Not at anything in particular.  Just looking around.

All of a sudden this guy comes up to me and starts a conversation. I can’t even remember how he started/what he said first.  He wasn’t a particularly attractive man and as I was there on a date it hadn’t occurred to me that he might be hitting on me.  Just making conversation.  I guess he asked if I was alone and I stupidly said that I was there with a friend.  Anyway, moments later my date came back and the guy went away.  For a little while.

Time passes. My date and I are talking.  And then this same guy interrupts our conversation.  Again, I can’t remember exactly what he said (wow, my memory is getting worse all the time).  He pulled out his card and said he’d like for me to call him.  In front of my date.  I just sat there and smiled like an idiot, and then started laughing as soon as he walked away.  I thought it was hysterical. It was hysterical.  My date didn’t think it was nearly as funny as I did.  At least, not at first.  But I think he eventually saw the humor in it.

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5 to “Finding the Line”

  1. Lena.FM says:

    Ah, hooray!!! I like it when humanity and bloggery co-exist peacefully. I hope something happy happens fro this. <3

  2. sandra says:

    Love this! I always thought telling people I was married sounded like an excuse, not a valid reason for me not wanting attention from strangers. As it turns out noone likes to hear you are not interested haha.
    This was pretty funny!

  3. D says:

    If a guy walks up to you and starts talking to you, he’s hitting on you. Period. The only exception is perhaps if you’re standig in line somewhere next to each other, but even then he’s probably hitting on you unless he’s wearing a ring.

    That said, I’ve found my best “pickup lines” (such as they are) are just to say “Hi, I’m D. I’m hitting on you. Are you interesting?” Alternatively, “Hey can I ask you a question?” She: “Sure.” Me: “Actually, I don’t have a question, I just wanted to flirt with you. Can you flirt?”

  4. LadyD says:

    Oooh SNAP! That man was BOLD! Mr. 3Dates best step up his game if’n he doesn’t want others on his turf – dayum! *grin* Proof that THAT day was NOT a waste of make-up! 😉

  5. SoloAt30 says:

    Good luck balancing the line between the privacy of a dating relationship and the openness of a dating blog.

    Don’t you just love clueless pick-up artists?