Here I am again, heading out tomorrow on a fourth date with the same man. We met on OkCupid- a 91% match according to the website- and on our first date I could see why.
He stood out from most of the men I'm meeting in Seattle. He is older, for one, experienced enough in dating to show up in a clean shirt and to text promptly the next day stating his interest and asking me out again. He is also accomplished in his non-tech career, has lived abroad in several countries, and I'm pretty certain has never been arrested. Vegetarian? Check. Yogini? Check. Drinks alcohol? Check. He suggested, for our second date, that we go skydiving. I think he was joking, but I took note that he shares my penchant for the crazy before I shot him down and suggested dinner instead.
In keeping with my pattern of stellar sexual decisions when I drink alcohol, we had sex on the third date. I don't remember much about the sex except that it happened, and it was unexpected until I drank two Negronis and a glass of sparkling wine. He appropriately said afterwards "I get that you're someone who needs your own personal space," and did the 4 am Capitol Hill Walk of Shame rather than spend the night.
I woke up the next morning and felt sick to my stomach as the situation hit me... Am I capable of having sex sober any more? was the first thought, followed by Do I like this guy? and Do I even want to see him again?, with the answer to all three questions being a resounding I Don't Know.
But as usual, the men seem to know immediately that they are interested- probably because I'm fucking them. "You're pretty awesome" was the text message I received the next morning. "I have to go to Atlanta this Thursday-Sunday. Want to go out before then?"
And that is how fourth dates are made.
He stood out from most of the men I'm meeting in Seattle. He is older, for one, experienced enough in dating to show up in a clean shirt and to text promptly the next day stating his interest and asking me out again. He is also accomplished in his non-tech career, has lived abroad in several countries, and I'm pretty certain has never been arrested. Vegetarian? Check. Yogini? Check. Drinks alcohol? Check. He suggested, for our second date, that we go skydiving. I think he was joking, but I took note that he shares my penchant for the crazy before I shot him down and suggested dinner instead.
In keeping with my pattern of stellar sexual decisions when I drink alcohol, we had sex on the third date. I don't remember much about the sex except that it happened, and it was unexpected until I drank two Negronis and a glass of sparkling wine. He appropriately said afterwards "I get that you're someone who needs your own personal space," and did the 4 am Capitol Hill Walk of Shame rather than spend the night.
I woke up the next morning and felt sick to my stomach as the situation hit me... Am I capable of having sex sober any more? was the first thought, followed by Do I like this guy? and Do I even want to see him again?, with the answer to all three questions being a resounding I Don't Know.
But as usual, the men seem to know immediately that they are interested- probably because I'm fucking them. "You're pretty awesome" was the text message I received the next morning. "I have to go to Atlanta this Thursday-Sunday. Want to go out before then?"
And that is how fourth dates are made.
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