I went on another accidental date on friday. Why is it that now - finally - at the age of 25 - people want to date me? It's not as though I've lacked for people that were interested in me, but nobody wanted to take me out on Dates before. Dinner. Coffee. Whatever. The kind of get-to-know-you thing where maybe they pay for the food/drink, and they try for that first kiss at the end.
I've gotten much better at dodging date-kisses in the last few months.
Literally dodging them - fake left, fake right, dive left and wind up with a sloppy peck on the cheek.
I think I've probably been flouting the unwritten rules of dating etiquette from day one, but hey - it's part of my charm, right?
Friday night was supposed to be casual on-campus coffee and chitchat about biology, with a guy I met at an ecology/evolution retreat awhile ago. He came across as a cocky nerd; someone who'd been awkward and unattractive growing up, but SMART, and used that to build his entire persona, with a sense of security and perhaps even superiority in his own intelligence. The desirable research-man, unapologetic about his obscure research interests and his unkempt hair alike. I don't know. At the after-party we got drunk and talked about cultural evolution and the ivy league. We exchanged email addresses. (Who gives phone numbers anymore?)
So he was coming to my campus for some reason - we go to different schools - and I agreed to meet him for coffee. But we couldn't get our schedules to match up, so coffee got pushed to 6PM and morphed into beers, which got dinner tacked on ahead of it, and suddenly it's a Real Date. Oops.
We had a good time. Malaysian food. Wine. Got stoned and walked up and down the street for a really long time, talking about Dune. He remained cocky and dropped in a few comments expressing his interest in me. He drove me home and betrayed his intention to kiss me by unbuckling his seatbelt. I was reminded inescapably of Clueless, when Elton triumphantly says "I knew it," and unbuckles his seatbelt to try and make out with Cher - still slightly stoned, I had to resist the urge to burst out laughing and quoting Clueless. Instead I dodged, hugged, got the awkward peck on the cheek, and made my escape.
I've gotten much better at dodging date-kisses in the last few months.
Literally dodging them - fake left, fake right, dive left and wind up with a sloppy peck on the cheek.
I think I've probably been flouting the unwritten rules of dating etiquette from day one, but hey - it's part of my charm, right?
Friday night was supposed to be casual on-campus coffee and chitchat about biology, with a guy I met at an ecology/evolution retreat awhile ago. He came across as a cocky nerd; someone who'd been awkward and unattractive growing up, but SMART, and used that to build his entire persona, with a sense of security and perhaps even superiority in his own intelligence. The desirable research-man, unapologetic about his obscure research interests and his unkempt hair alike. I don't know. At the after-party we got drunk and talked about cultural evolution and the ivy league. We exchanged email addresses. (Who gives phone numbers anymore?)
So he was coming to my campus for some reason - we go to different schools - and I agreed to meet him for coffee. But we couldn't get our schedules to match up, so coffee got pushed to 6PM and morphed into beers, which got dinner tacked on ahead of it, and suddenly it's a Real Date. Oops.
We had a good time. Malaysian food. Wine. Got stoned and walked up and down the street for a really long time, talking about Dune. He remained cocky and dropped in a few comments expressing his interest in me. He drove me home and betrayed his intention to kiss me by unbuckling his seatbelt. I was reminded inescapably of Clueless, when Elton triumphantly says "I knew it," and unbuckles his seatbelt to try and make out with Cher - still slightly stoned, I had to resist the urge to burst out laughing and quoting Clueless. Instead I dodged, hugged, got the awkward peck on the cheek, and made my escape.