When I need to explain to people about how bad I am at dating, I tell them about the job interviewer who kissed me goodnight. (I may have missed something about why we were meeting for dinner)
Last night the accidental guy took me out for dinner. (I had, using the checklist, established that this was a date and not just dinner). He brought me the most beautiful roses. It’s progress that I identified it as a date. Before the date happened even.
I had a lot of fun. He really is fantastic.
Wanting to see him again, I asked if he wanted to go to Costco tonight.
Umm.
That’s not quite right, is it?
(Also, could someone help me populate the checklist of what is supposed to come next?)
Tim and I really did not date. We just did things with our families. We had fun. We also grocery shopped. 20 years later, we’re still doing the same things.
Personally, I think Costco is right…
Life isn’t all beer and skittles, after all. Sometimes it’s laundry, and bins, and muddy walks., and being bullied by cats.