Friday, June 25, 2010
I will be cryptic here. Intentionally. I always think cryptic is intentional, but often it is unintentional and sometime pathological.
No earth shattering news here:
I went out on a date. We played tennis and went to dinner. Normal. Fun even!
It was a fourth date if anyone is counting. I like dating.
That was not cryptic, that was lying. I hate dating.
Well, not dating so much. I hate the not being able to see the bubble over the other person's head and I spend so much time looking for it that I can miss the moment. And my own feelings on the matter.
I wrote on my Facebook status once what was in my head and I thought was a funny joke: "I'll like you if you like me!" Sadly, this is only half a joke.
Dating is about discovery. But I seem to think it is about destiny. It is not. It is about getting to know the other person and seeing if it is a match. Sadly I seem to need to be hit over the head. Nothing less than skywriting and a singing telegram (lyrics that you composed yourself) will prove to me that you are into this. Sigh.
But there is no bubble and there is no skywriting. I am flying solo on this thing and must learn that if it is working it is working.
But what does "working" mean exactly?