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It’s true, women fake it sometimes.

In fact, I’m faking it now. I am supposed to have a date tonight with Ned (it would fulfill my “one other date a week” criteria and he seems nice) but I just can’t do it. Work has worn me out this week and I had several sleepless night worrying about Kyle’s “truly wonderful” comment.  Although this goes against everything Charm believes in– I’m faking a work emergency tonight.

What I really need is a good glass of red wine and some Olympic runners in spandex tonight.

Not to worry, I’ll be back in full force next week writing about my escapades at the Democratic convention in Denver.


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Just had lunch with Allie and she took the news surprisingly well. In fact, she thought it was funny. What a relief to have her approval and insiders knowledge. It will really come in handy, if I continue to see the flack.

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So last night was date #2 with the PR flack (remember, he’s the one who works with my best friend, Allie). It went well. I think he’s smart and we share common interests in writing and politics, but I’d say that in terms of serious dating, the attraction just isn’t there.

Actually, I’d pretty much deteremined that the spark wouldn’t ignite after our first meeting, but in the interest of good conversation and company, I casually saw him a couple more times.

My first mistake here was not telling Allie (who introduced the flack and I) about these dates. I figured they were pretty insignificant and I was fairly sure she wouldn’t be on board.

To my defense, these dates were pretty platonic. Both were set-up via email (he didn’t even have my number until last night) and ended with an awkward hug and peck goodnight. Gosh, he didn’t even walk me to my car after the first one (See Immediate Disqualification for an explanation of date #1).  I hardly expected to see or hear from him again.

So now the cat is out of the bag and I’m feeling guilty. To atone for my sins (?) I’ve offered to take Allie out to lunch to explain myself.

Wish me luck.

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Olympic Love?

Olympic Love?

Last night was dinner with Kyle and our good friends Anne and George. While I always enjoy being in their company, I was pleasantly surprised how much fun I had last evening. Dinner was good (thank you DC Resaurant Week) and the company (especially my date) was even better.

I even shocked myself when invited Kyle over for to watch the Olympic coverage after dinner (imagine his surprise!). Typically I avoid such a bold move–especially in light of the birthday blowout week, where we have plans nearly every night. (Note, I did keep to my other rule about a new date a week, see “Immediate Disqualification?” for more.) But perhaps he’s growing on me? Or maybe the Olympics just makes me warm and fuzzy. 

Either way, it’s an interesting new development, but not one that has made me any less anxious about dinner with the parents and best friends this evening. Question of the day: Do I bring a gift?

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Is there something in the wine here?

Is there something in the wine here?

There is a certain Italian pizzaria in Dupont circle that seems to be a favorite for males in this city. I have been on no less than 5 first dates there (two of them in the past week) —and its not even that good.

Last night, my PR flack knew of a “great little spot in Dupont” to have dinner. Imagine my lack of surprise when he mentioned this restaurant. 

Whomever is instructing the men of DC to take their lady loves there needs to stop.

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Now it seems that I’ve been invited to yet ANOTHER dinner tonight. And my presence is requested by Kyle’s father no less.  This brings up three very important questions:

1. Can one turn down a dinner invitation from a politician?

2. Should I break my other date (and rule of another date per week) to go?

3. What exactly to Kyle’s parents think we are?!?

Three dinners in three nights? I’m in over my head.

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Will blowing out this birthday candle mean lights out on "dating"?

Will blowing out this birthday candle mean lights out on "dating"?

I really don’t like birthday’s. Actually, I’ll rephrase that— I really don’t like birthday’s of those I’m dating.

They always seem to fall at inopportune times in the relationship. They are a push to DTR (define the relationship) or meet the family or some other nail-in-the-coffin of a budding romance.  Or, often as not, a birthday is a looming date by which a established relationship needs to end. I generally don’t like any of these parts of dating.

So, my apprehension of Kyle’s upcoming birthday is nagging, but I had been able to push it away. Afterall, we were still casually seeing one another. No need for elaborate birthday plans, right? WRONG.

This birthday is proving to be a major source of concern for Kyle because he is yet another year older and without a wife or children.  He shared with me last week that his five-year-plan is to have a wife and kid (cue the alarm bells in my head). His one-foot-in-the-grave-the-other-on-a-banana-peel outlook on getting older, is giving me the same feelings about potentially dating him. Unfortunately, the more distance I create, the more Kyle clings. 

My involvement in the week’s festivities already include:

Wednesday:  a dinner with a couple (mutual friends and the ones who set Kyle and I up in the first place).

Thursday: Dinner with Kyle’s mother and father (a well-known politician), Kyle’s best friend (ahem, groomsman) from college and his wife. (I guarantee there will be the awkward introduction, “Mom, Dad, please meet my uhh friend…”)

And now he wants to add drinks with his friends on Friday and a trip to his family farm for dinner on Saturday?

The dilemma remains: how do I keep my space and not offend the birthday boy?

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