Here's the deal- I've got a rad new job. This is not my excuse for not blogging. This is my excuse to start up again. Unfortunately, due to signing a NDA, I can't divulge many details. To sum up what I can divulge, I'm an event planner. I assist busy, single people meet people, and plan dates. I also spend a great deal of time being a dating coach. (Have you caught on to what my top secret job is?)
I've explained on more than one occasion, that the line between "creepy" and "charismatic" is how you respond to the other persons behavior. If you're not into someone, and they text you everyday, it is creepy. You're into them, and they text you everyday, you get double rainbow giddy.
I'm turning the big 36 soon. And having the same freak out I have every year pre-birthday. So, I accepted a date from someone I knew I didn't "like" in that way, under the premise of maybe I hadn't given it a chance. Date was...fine. Better than I expected. Except, I don't feel a click. Remember though, I'm in pre-birthday freak out mode. Like the dumb ass I am, I accepted date number two.
Unfortunately, while I'm in pre-birthday freak out mode, I'm also like a skittish horse AND I don't like him. The texts calling me "sexy mama" "baby" "sweetheart" creep me the fuck out. I did the only thing I could do, I flaked. I now have to know work out the gumption to say "it occurs to me we are really better off as friends."
Your intrepid dating coach, however, was still freaking out. I had to call one of my girls, who said "if you liked him, you would be eating this up."*** Duh, advice I solidly give to my clients daily.
***I don't think I would eat this up, even if I liked him. I hate that kind of nonsense. "Babe" I'm okay with. Anything else, I think is over the top, sentimental nonsense.
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