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In a pickle

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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Catch-up

Love Whirlwind

Love Whirlwind

Wow. I can’t believe how long it’s been since my last post. It’s been a whirlwind of work lately–but that hasn’t stopped my love life, just my writing. To my (one) loyal reader, I apologize.

The quick update is that I saw Kyle on FIVE consecutive nights last week!

1. Restaurant Week dinner with Kyle, Anne and George

2. Birthday Dinner with the Kyle, his family and friends

3. Birthday drinks with Kyle and more friends

4. Birthday dinner party at Kyle’s farm with friends from college

5. Dinner date at my house.

Number 5 on this list is like that game, “which of these is not like the other”. Yes, I cooked dinner for Kyle after four straight nights of dates. I’m not entirely sure why I did it, but I suppose that he is growing on me. Lone reader, don’t worry: 1. there will always be fodder for the blog and 2. I have a different date tonight.

The phrase “playing with fire” comes to mind…

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?

Bleeding Heart

He is as sweet as this flower, but am I too cynical?

He is as sweet as this flower, but am I too cynical?

I have always been attracted to men that have a strong sense of civic duty and personal responsibility, but I’ve never met more of a do-gooder than Kyle.

Case-in-point: An email from Kyle this morning

Subject: Heartbreaking

I was listening to an NPR story about the prison population on the way the work this morning. This segment focused on women in prison.  One woman interviewed was in prison with her mother because they had hired someone to kill their abusive husband/father.  Her job in prison is stitching American flags…

There are so many things wrong with the world that need fixing. I hope to be able to help make things better, if even just a little bit.

He’s planning to save the world before I can even gulp down my coffee in the morning.

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.

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.

Birthday Blues

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?