For many people (many people in long-term, monogamous relationships and/or crazy people), the thought of a first date brings up a fond nostalgia . Images of hope, anticipatory butterflies and infinite possibility float around in their heads.
I have a theory that this is caused by the same kind of magical cloud of forgetfulness that allows women to be convinced to bear more than one child, because when I’m staring down the barrel of yet another first date, the only thing floating around my head is a vague sense of nausea.
Since entering the realms of the (allegedly) available, I’ve been lucky enough to have some perfectly lovely gentleman offer to feed and/or entertain me for an evening.
In theory? Love it.
However, While I’m crazily optimistic about pretty much every other aspect of life, my attitude towards dating of late has been somewhat, well, the exact opposite.
I don’t know how I can possibly be this jaded so early on in my single lady career.
For example, while preparing for a first date with a perfectly nice, funny and handsome guy, my question to my BFF was not “Ohmigod do you think he’ll like me? What should I wear? IMSOEXCITED!!!”
Instead, our consultation went a little something like this:
“Is it rude to wear sweatpants on a date?”
“Oh yeah! You have that date tonight!”
“I want to stay home and eat cookies.”
“ Where are you going?”
“Some Comedy Club. I’m not optimistic. Also, my eye is twitching. And I kind of forget what this guy looks like.”
As it turned out, BFF was actually at the club I was headed to (we have a bizarre habit of attending each-other’s dates – mostly by accident) and the (cuter than I remembered) gentleman in question actually bought me a delicious cookie while on the date, so my night picked up considerably.
Still, even with some decent experiences, the thought of a first date just leaves me somewhere between mild irritation and utter exhaustion these days and I’m at a loss as to how to change that.
Am I just not dating the right people? Should I just not be dating at all?
Or, and I’m kind of leaning towards this option, should I just start wearing cookie-crumb sweatpants and being slightly ornery on my dates?