I grew up in a small town. My graduating class was, like, 30 people... and I'm not sure that all of those people actually received their diplomas.
Our high school limited the dating options and we weren't all that close to other schools where we shared (m)any social events and had a chance to cross-pollinate. Of course, most of my friends did have girlfriends and most did "date"... so maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion and it was just me. But I didn't really date and never had a girlfriend in high school.
Our high school limited the dating options and we weren't all that close to other schools where we shared (m)any social events and had a chance to cross-pollinate. Of course, most of my friends did have girlfriends and most did "date"... so maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion and it was just me. But I didn't really date and never had a girlfriend in high school.
I then went away to college and met my future ex-wife my freshman year. We started hanging out as sophomores and, with one brief exception, were together for many many years.
Fast forward to 2006. I'm out on my own. Our marriage is over. I have tired of World of Warcraft and I think I should, like, make myself available.
Fast forward again. Three weeks or so. It's a Sunday morning and I am bored. I decide--for the first time in my life--to go see a movie on my own. I walked some blocks to the theater to see "The DaVinci Code" and was a bit disappointed in spite of several layers of self-imposed expectation reductions.
We made a bit of smalltalk. She informed me that she had lost my card in her car and came across it and decided to give me a call. She asked if I had seen the DaVinci code.
I am, by my nature, an honest person. It sometimes gets me into trouble because I'd rather deal with the short-term consequences of the truth than the longer-term consequences of falsehoods.
I am also, by my nature, a guy who is interested in hot women. So I lied.
It wasn't a harmful lie, I don't think, but I easily answered, "No! I haven't. I've read the book, though. Have you seen it?"
Sweet. I answered affirmatively and we made plans for her to swing by my place, park in my spot, and then us go across the water to meet her friends at the theater.
Now... me being me now (at this time, knowing what I know and having experienced what I have), I would take the opportunity to admire her back. I might even playfully kino her a bit. Would it be pushing things a bit? Sure. But it would be fun and I would be able to apologize if I'd gone too far in response to her clear flirtation.
The ride to the theater went fine. We talked about where she was from and what she did for a living. We touched upon my education and career when we arrived at the movie theater.
Waiting and talking. Our conversation was not ideal for either of us. It went something like this:
Me: So... do you go to the movies very often?
Her: Not really.
Me: Do
you like movies, though?
Her: Some.
Me: Ah. What kind of movies do you like?
Her: Horror movies. Scary movies.
Me: Really? Wow.
Her: Yeah.
Me: I haven't really seen that many scary movies.
Her: ...
Me: ...
Her: ...
Me: So you run? Like for fun?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Do you run marathons or anything ...?
Her: No.
Me: So you just run?
Her: Yeah.
Me: ...
Her: ...
Me: Do you read?
Her: Oh, yeah...
Me: Really? Cool. Who is your favorite author?
Her: Oh, I dunno.
Me: ...
I just simply had nothng to say to her. I didn't know how to get more than four syllables at once.
Something.
Oh, boy.
We watched the movie. We agreed it was "OK".
We got back to my place. A nice goodnight hug. She agreed we should hang out again.
We went back and forth in txts and voicemails for a while. After a couple of weeks she informed me she was seeing someone else. It was OK. I knew that I'd blown it. I wasn't sure, at the time, what I could have done differently, but I knew that I'd blown it.
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