Unknown territory

Quick little update and thoughts.

So, now that it’s been 5 and a half months since our first date, the girl I’ve been dating felt it was time. Time to communicate to me how she felt about me.

Honestly, I thought she was going to say she didn’t see us going anywhere and wanted to end things. In a way, that I thought this has helped give me some clarity. Because when I thought she was going to say this, I was quite disappointed and then relieved when she instead said quite the opposite.

She told me she really likes me, she’s really into me, wants to know me on a deeper level (terrifying), that she wanted me to know this and that she does not see us as something casual anymore.

At first, I was thinking okay phew, she still wants to see me. Cool, that’s all good. So we can carry on as normal then.

And then, in a one overwhelming moment, I thought all of the following:

Can I just carry on as normal?
Does this change anything?
Does this change everything?
Do I have to behave differently now?
Did she tell me these things as a signal for me to be more committed?
Am I now her boyfriend?
Do I have to ask permission for things?
Do I have to invite her to things?
Does she need to be consulted on decisions?
Do I have to see her more often than at just weekends?
Do I need to book all my holidays with her now?
Do I have to stay over every weekend now?

I don’t know the rules of this game, I don’t. One thing I think I’m going to do next time I see her is just tell her that I’m incompetent at all this stuff. I feel like it’s best just to put it out there. Be transparent and admit my inexperience.

My next blog post will probably be about how she consequently decided the relationship is over!

Three months in: some thoughts

It has been just over 3 months since we went on our first date. I’m going to write down some thoughts that have been running around my head; almost a stream of consciousness and it may not be very coherent as it spews out.

I noted in the post about our first date that it felt imperfect and in some ways, even after this amount of time, I still feel our dates are a bit like that.

But I also still feel that there are enough reasons to want to pursue this relationship. The nagging doubts I have are that I don’t know if these are the right reasons.

I hate dating and I don’t want to be alone. These are two of the reasons that make me want to continue to see this girl and give it every chance to be something special. I feel like we’re on the cusp. We share common interests, I find her attractive, she’s got a good job, she’s intelligent, thoughtful, understanding, and low maintenance.

I don’t want to stop seeing her. I like having someone to do things with and see places with, but I wonder if that’s fair. I also wonder if I’m chasing something that doesn’t exist. The intangible ‘spark’, the ‘chemistry’, people speak of. It’s so rare for me to find anyone willing to put up with me that I feel like I’d be a fool to think I could do better.

I find myself wondering what this is meant to feel like? What am I supposed to be feeling?

When I say I feel like we’re on the cusp, I mean like that we’re partially holding out on one another. Like she’s holding back, talking to me in a way that one talks to someone when they are still trying to make a good impression or show their best side. Is that standard procedure after three months? Where should we be after three months? Is three months no time at all? Or is three months not the important timeframe? Should it be about the number of dates? (Basically every weekend, bar one or two).

The Chat. People talk about having The Chat. When two people discuss whether or not they are boyfriend and girlfriend. We haven’t had The Chat. I don’t know if we need to have The Chat or if The Chat is necessary. I’m not seeing anyone else, I’m pretty sure she isn’t but of course I don’t know for sure. Would The Chat make her more open, more willing to be vulnerable and therefore improve our relationship?

I wonder if she thinks the same things about us as I do. I wonder if she has the ‘special feeling’ that romanticism would have us believe is the vital component to all relationships. I wonder if she thinks our dates are imperfect, or if I’m alone in that perception.

A doubt I have is that she can do better than me. I don’t know that I’m good enough for her and I’m unclear on why she likes me.

I don’t know where she stands on children and I wonder if I need to raise this topic sooner rather than later.

I feel like the walls come down when we’re having *ahem* intimate times. Are they a true expression of feelings?

An an introvert, I have trouble being in the company of people too much or too often. This is an issue when it comes to forming relationships. How to explain to someone that you just want to spend your Saturday alone at home when they clearly would like to see you and doing so without sounding like you’re being horrible.

I wonder if we should do something exciting. Like, we’ve had full days out, we stay over at one another’s places one night per week, and have spent most of entire weekends together. But always in our home city, large and varied though it is.

I wonder what it would be like if we spent a weekend away together. Would it be good? Would it be a chance to reveal more about ourselves to each other? Would going away on a little weekend break be too soon? Are there any rules as to when something like this should be considered? Would we come back with a better connection? I think this is something I would definitely like to try and would like to suggest even if I am concerned she might see it as being a bit too much too soon.

This ends my stream of consciousness – and one hell of a lot of questions.

The dates go on…

Since my imperfect first date with the girl in this post we have since been on three more dates. It’s been an interesting experience and I’d still say the dates have been imperfect… but there’s something there that means I want pursue this further.

After the first date, I suggested a midweek drink and I’d largely say it was similar to the first date in that I felt like there was some tension and nerves from both sides. But we found some more common ground and she laughed at my humour so I left it feeling like I wanted to see her again and we did indeed make plans for the third date at the end of the night.

The third date was really cool, we went to an exhibition that we both really enjoyed, had dinner and a drink and we spent basically the whole afternoon and evening together. This time I felt like we were more relaxed around each other and yet it still felt imperfect and conversation wasn’t flowing relentlessly. Regardless of imperfection, I think we like each other. She casually talked of things we “must do” in the future with non-specific time frames and the assumption that we would continue to see one another.

Once again, before the night was up we made plans to go out again. And the following week, we went to see a movie and had dinner. At the end of this date, things became a little more ‘physical’ and with that I felt like the tension, the awkwardness, the nervousness – from me and her – melted away.

So, that’s the update. We have made plans to see each other again although there will be a little gap due to us both being busy. I don’t really know what else to say other than I think I may well have packed this in after dates 1 or 2 in the past because I didn’t feel a huge and instant connection.

But maybe it’s about perseverance. Maybe it’s about being patient and taking time to build on something small and doing it gradually. Now I’m just going date by date. I’m too long in the tooth to predict if this could develop into some kind of relationship. All I know is I’d like to see her again, she feels the same and until one of us doesn’t feel that way, perhaps that what we’ll keep on doing.

A imperfect first date and why I want a second

Precisely 3 calendar months to the day was my last post in which I declared I basically wanted to give up dating and implied that I’d be better off with a monk like existence.

So it will come as no surprise to you that I’m here today to write about a first date that I went on yesterday. I haven’t been on any dates whatsoever in the 3 months prior to this one so I was a little nervous.

The build up to this date was unusual for me because, due to conflicts of schedules, we were not able to find a mutually convenient day to meet up for over 2 weeks. There was a lot of texting and I was getting a good feeling from her but when the day came it felt like, okay I’ve built an idea of this girl up from all the messages but things might be completely different in person.

I knew she liked the outdoors so I suggested an afternoon stroll around one of London’s parks. I arrived first and awaited my fate outside the station. This was when I started to feel really nervous. I don’t think it’s going to matter how many first dates I go on, I’m never going to attend one completely nerve-free. I texted to let her know where I was waiting.

A few minutes go by and a figure approaches in my peripheral vision. I look up, and holy cow. This girl’s photos have not done her justice. She’s gorgeous. The best word I can think of for her is “dainty”. A good start.

I suggest we grab a hot drink for our walk and she orders the same as me. I pay for both.

This might just be me, but I figure a walking date is something a little different than just sitting across from someone in a pub or cafe, and my hope is that walking facilitates talking. After all, we’re here to get to know one another.

We begin our walk and I’m not feeling on great form. I’m nervous and a little out of practice and there are little silences where I can tell neither of us know what to say. Hardly a massive crime on a first date but you want to try to minimise these as much as possible.

I get the feeling that she is a little nervous as well and, as I later found out, it was actually her first first date for quite a while as well. I also went on to find out that as someone who works from home, she doesn’t have as much outside world interaction as the average person – something I completely understand and empathise with.

And these revelations kind of legitimise (for want of a better word) both hers and my nervousness.

As we continue to walk, we talk about lots of different things and we find there are lots of areas of common ground. Despite this, the occasional moments of silence persist. I also get the impression she may be quite reserved and holding back somewhat and the reason I get that feeling is because every now and again I feel like she is more forthcoming on certain subjects and the mask is lifted to reveal her true self as opposed to her ‘first date’ self.

She said something else that made me think that. She said she was wearing boots that made her taller because she’s quite short and (I’m paraphrasing this bit) I might not like that. I mean, it’s lovely and great that she wants to make a good impression and present her best self, but I also want to know the real her. Maybe that’s simply way too much to expect on a first date and maybe everyone does this when they first meet someone new romantically.

I guess it’s normal to let your guard down gradually with someone new and everyone’s different with the size of the guard and the gradualness in which they let it down. How many times do you hear people say ‘oh I’m quiet at first but once you get to know me I don’t shut up’?

She also did this thing that you see in Disney cartoons. Whenever I made her laugh (which was actually quite frequently), she would laugh then kind of stifle it a little bit and sort of look away almost sheepishly, or like she was suddenly shy. As if she didn’t want to reveal too much laughter? I can tell fake laughter from genuine and I could tell it was real – maybe it all feeds into the nervousness thing, I don’t know.

But anyway, all in all, I’m okay with it. I’m okay with an imperfect first date. I’m okay with an occasional silence. I’m okay with a little awkwardness. I think in the past I may have been guilty of writing this off because we didn’t get on like a house on fire right from the word go but I don’t think it’s necessarily wise to jump to those conclusions anymore.

During our walk, it started to rain heavily, which meant we took shelter and had another hot drink in a conveniently located cafe. We sat outside, under cover, and as the rain lashed down around us, my date opened up about some other aspects of her life. There was some lovely “Yes, me too! I totally agree! Exactly!” moments and I actually think she’s like me in a lot of ways. A deep thinker. Don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.

We made our way back through the park to the station and, as I always do on first dates, I give the girl the opportunity to say she has to go or has somewhere to be. An excuse to leave, basically, at a natural moment. To my (slight) surprise but (mostly) delight, she did not take that opportunity.

We went on to a pub and had a drink, this led to having dinner and before we knew it, we’d been out together for 7 hours. Quite lengthy for a first date, no?

We walked back to the station and I wasn’t sure how I was going to say goodbye, though I had an inkling. I walked her to her platform, suggested something for us to do ‘next time’ and she said, yes, that would be lovely. A second date tentatively agreed then.

Her train arrived. We kissed, she did the ‘suddenly shy look away thing’ I described earlier, and with that the date was over. An imperfect date, sure. But with enough for me to want to explore further in a second one.

Give up?

Hey, how’s it going? Hope you’re well. I’ve just been out in central London, where the tourists are everywhere and now I’m enjoying a delicious doughnut. The only nut without a shell, don’t ya know.

As you can tell by my fascinating intro, I’m a little bored.

To complete the tale of the girl in my previous post, I did hear back from her. Something about being busy. Whatever mate. We exchanged messages but again there was another really long response time and it didn’t take a genius to read between the lines. So that was the end of that.

I have since continued going on some first dates, although with less frequency because they tire me out and each one is a disappointment.

I’m starting to think I’m just not cut out for dating and relationships and partnering up. If I were, I think I’d have done it by now. I see couples and I think: wait so hang on, being in a relationship means like you spend all your time in the company of someone else? That must be so weird. It actually is so far removed from my life that the concept feels quite alien.

So despite having now gone on loads of dates since starting this blog at the beginning of 2016, I just feel jaded about the whole thing now.

I do feel like giving up, and I say this not in a sad, mopey and depressing way but in more of a logical, matter of fact, shoulder shrugging way. I think I can best sum up my feelings using this symbol:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It is what it is. It’s not ideal but I’m basically on cusp of just accepting my fate and no longer trying at this point.

I have a new colleague at work, she’s my age and has a husband and child so she’s got evenings filled with wife and mother activities and when I hear her talk about it, I do not envy her that at all. I wouldn’t want it.

But when she asked me what I do with my evenings, I couldn’t even be bothered to cover up the fact that I normally do absolutely fuck all of any interest. Just eat. Stick the telly on. Go to bed. But that’s still preferable to the evenings my colleague presents to me.

Anyway, not a long post here because I’ve not got a great deal to say. I guess I’ll drop back in next time I feel like it.