Tuesday, August 17, 2010
In recent years, I’ve become more and more superstitious when it comes to dating. And my (single) friends seem to be as well. We now have this unspoken rule that when we go out on a great date with a guy who has actual potential, we don’t talk about it. The conversation typically goes as follows:
Ash: “dinner date.”
L: “who? how was it?”
Ash: “it was good. end of discussion.”
Whether you believe in superstitions or not, this one does have some validity. After all, the more you discuss a new potential relationship, the more excited you become about it. The more excited you are, the more that person is on your mind. And given my propensity toward neediness, thinking about that other person too much tends to lead to me scaring them off by contacting them more often than I should.
But this does present one problem: at what point is it okay to tell your friends that you met someone you actually like? This is usually where I fail. See, my friends and I all love wine. And I’m a talker when I drink. So, of course, I usually end up spilling the beans way too early. And when things eventually end before they got a chance to really take off, I then have to deal with the friends asking, “how’s what’s-his-name?”