Misadventures in dating casual dater
The aphrodisiac qualities of the slippery mollusks combined with a totally Instagrammable cocktail will send him/her right over the edge and into your... It’s BYOB, and the views of glittery Downtown at night are trés romantic. We’ve all been there -- you’re at the White Horse, there’s a hoppin’ bluegrass band playing, and the dance floor is full of intimidatingly great dancers.
You go out there and proceed to spin your date the wrong way, step on her feet, and almost drop her during the dip (I’ve been dropped, it’s not fun).
A few weeks later, they reconnected, and this is what she said: As a professional counselor, I cringe whenever I hear this phrase – especially after months and months of dating.
Rather than making a decision to move forward in a relationship, or deciding to go ahead and end it instead – we hover in this world of “casual” for months, and even years, with no end in sight.
This is probably more encouraging than it should be.
I mean, I know coffee prices are really getting up there – especially in San Francisco – but c’mon!
Once you have entered this stage of a relationship, your expectations are naturally heightened.
The fact that this dude is trying to maintain eye contact with me while he continues to lick his greasy fingers translates to a new low in casual dating for me. And let’s just say there have been some pretty sizable snafus in my dating repertoire. Might as well add this to my misadventures in casual dating. Good thing I’m able to maintain focus in the face of grave adversity.
I can always tell my brother is serious about a girl when he starts having hour-long conversations with her on the phone.