Then we started making out and he fell asleep: just leaned his head back and closed his eyes, mid-kiss.
We decided then that it was time for him to go home, and I was left to wonder — did he keep asking to lie down because he needed a nap?
It’s become about me trying to be attractive to him, and either succeeding or failing.
The authors beg us not to mention the “M Word” on the first date, or to go about naming our future children just yet, but beyond that, we’re told to “relax” and “don’t try too hard.” That’s it, apart from smiling, which should be the only expression your face is now capable of producing.
I therefore had one goal for the date: Let him carry the conversation without being “controlling or wifey.” I have always thought of first dates as a team effort, with everyone doing their best to make sure the conversation doesn’t run aground on some awkward, silent sandbar. We finished dinner and he walked me to my door, where we stood quietly for a few moments before he remarked, “Well, I’m going to head out.” And left.
I said, “Sure.” But next time, I’ll be doing the talking.
We definitely agree with this and have touched on a few of the points Judge Lynn Toler brought up on previous post.
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Was my desire to contribute to interesting conversation to blame for not having a husband who wants nothing more than to spend his time antiquing together? The thinking seems to go, if he likes you, he will develop an entirely different personality. What Does It All The book seems to advocate, in its own twisted way, for women to develop greater self-respect.
We walked to the restaurant, which worked out well because I at least had something to do while I tried really really hard not to initiate any sort of conversation. For all the ridiculous advice, the message seems to be, “Don’t throw yourself at guys who aren’t interested and who treat you badly.” The problem is, the more I try to follow , the less self-respect I have.
It wasn’t quite a “singles dance” (the book is pretty keen on those), but it was as close to one as I will get, being under 50 years old.
I have been to pubs before, but this night was different, because I was attempting to be “a creature unlike any other,” which involves brushing the hair out of one’s face, “in a slow, sweeping motion,” smiling all the time while avoiding eye contact, and “walking briskly” around the room without ever stopping.
A guy I'd been seeing had come over and we’d just finished watching a movie.