I’ve been MIA for a bit because I was actually dating someone really great. But like Communism, was perfect on paper but didn’t work out in practice. We had chemistry, but not the right chemistry.
We dated for about three months and kinda knew going into it we weren’t going to marry each other. But, both of us were sick of dating jerks, so we fell into this sweet little relationship. We talked about staying friends if something should happen and we actually did after our schedules drifted us apart. It was pretty much the ideal, except now my standards have been raised big time so the possibility of going back out there seems daunting.
This guy politely pursued me. He lives where I work and would stop by the office everyday but didn’t stalk me. He never said anything verbally crude or misogynistic. (A rare occurrence for myself and anyone with ovaries) He texted back right away and initiated the conversation. Never did either of us make the other feel insecure or needy.
Of course it filtered into my stand up, I’ve been writing some jokes about it here.
While we dated, he held doors and took me to nice restaurants. He planned concerts, comedy shows knowing that was interesting to me.
And yes, this guy had money so some of this was fun because of that, but really it was nice because he asked me out in advance and planned dates. Not 1 am drunk texts that lead into “you wanna go to a movie?” the afternoon after, real planned dates. The kind that leave you vulnerable because your intentions are actually known.
It wasn’t so much what we did on the dates, but the fact that he actually wanted to take me on a date and would ask me on Monday “if he could take me out on Friday”, that was the most amazing part of it. He respected me and my time enough to book me in advance. This makes it sound like a business transaction, but it actually would give me something to look forward to all week. Then when the date happened I was excited to see him and dress up knowing that I was actually going on a date.
So I want to say thank you to him for restoring my faith that there are genuine, kind, loving men out there. For reaffirming that I am worthy of such wonderful treatment in a romantic relationship and for teaching me what the heck a frittata is. (Delicious, that’s what)